I'm vexed with the sunrise, sunrise

It fooled me, fooled me

Had me greeting the early light

But now I'm in my prime

I still face loneliness

Unsure of my essence or my might

So dub me a skeptic

Yet I don't trust in myths

Seeking a poet's muse is nonsense

'Cause I've known quirky love

I've known tough love

At times joyful love (Joyful love)

Shifts into stepping back (Stepping back)

I've felt sting love

Regarding the term love

What on earth is love expected to be like?

What on earth is love? What on earth is love?

What on earth is love expected to be like?

My whimsical mentor cautioned me

Fairy tales' glory

Often concludes in a grim split