Through the streets of London,

Ive entered this red mysterious door.

A small cubicle,

where people make a call for.

Every word you said that night,

Through that phone,

I begged for you to just love me,

Or at least just listen to me,

Thats all I ask for.

But after the words you have told,

A scar left on my heart and skin,

And it took me a whole night,

To reminisce and try to let you go,

Whilst finishing a dozen bottles of Gin.

This love I tried to give,

The person I tried to win.

The love given to you within,

All you did to me was make my entire head spin.