It's not that i'm apt to feel forlorn -
but coz i'm by friendship and morals torn;
it's not that i'm pricked bya thorn -
but coz misery had my feelings worn;
it's not that i don't grieve for long -
but coz friends demand i bring my smiles along;
it's not that i care no more -
but coz i can't - no, not any more ...
