Be bop a lula, she’s my baby
There is no doubt, there is no maybe
Only my ego, trying to convince me to see
There is no one, who really can love me

My mind is working overtime
To look for signs, that I’m not fine
Things to analyse and worry about
Its only result, is that I feel apart

If I separate myself, in my relation
I count myself out, from universe equation
I feel lonely and sometimes abandoned
I have to search for faith and trust until I find them