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(inspired by a comment by "inmomentum-vs" on "Hey Girl"

The challenge of my life
The bane of my existence
Yet still the only wellspring
I desire to acquire my happiness

Days go on
In my attempts to forget
Nights pass slowly
In the social duties I fulfill

Giving you the time
That you need to mend
Bottling this affection
Til the day you might desire it

Distracting myself
In TV auditions I passed
Amused whenever I see myself
In the photos of a newspaper

Happy with the opportunity
I was given to write a column...
Meeting celebrities...
Being VIP at selected events...

Still everything seems so empty
This stroke of fortune
That I always wanted
Is just so... God-awfully Empty

As I retire everyday
To the solitude of my room,
The last and only thought I have
Is always your name.