I never had troubles with unraveling my simplistic adolescence Until the very first day of highschool, foolishly browsing for a familiar face Hopelessly falling for all the girls with mouth watering names, like Paula and Bianca and Diana With statuesque blondes and deadly serious brunettes, sun glazed  Hazeled-eyed pale beauties, mistaking my love for envy Oh, how the instinct goes to waste when not listened to, it’s as if It never really existed at all