Whenever I’m down, she’ll be the purple haze, Slowly carrying away my woe andset it ablaze to dwindle my frigidness,Now I’m singing a soulless blueswhile the serene wind doodling the raindrops on the windowpane,As time flies in stagnation,I’m counting the days without her,Wishing the crazy weeks end rapidly.In this ridiculous World, we’re both detached by…