Whose bubble was really burst?
Whose heart got broken the worst?
Who laid down and cried,
Practically died…
Whose demons were most haunting?
Whose struggles the most daunting?
It was you, it was me –
It was me, it was you –
Because of all those women you knew
More than one, more than two
It was quite a damn few!
But none of them,
None of them, ever knew
Whose bubble was really burst?
Whose heart got broken the worst?
The Reluctant Poet 