The docks meant I am through The-KissThinking of a past love that I once knew The nausea is still It comes at will, I try not to cry I still know not why I have moved on, It took me so long, He left me long back Telling me this, he lacked. I worked for us, He just romanced others, I am the cause, He no longer bothers. I suppose he is happy, With many he is romancing, Writing songs for many, After my heart had its lancing. For no one calls me, I work and sit alone. This is what is to be. I am to be here at home.