Dear diary,
Would you like to hear a song I wrote back in high school? ...That was a rhetorical question, jerk.
Enjoy!
Alicia! Alicia!
Where have you gone?
Why have you left me?
Did you know ev'ry time a bell rings
An angel gets her wings?
The clock just struck one.
Can my angel fly home now?
No, she must stay.
I must see her one day.
Alicia! Alicia!
Oh, angel above, what's become of you?
Oh, angel above, what has happened to you?
Oh, angel above, I miss you so.
Oh, angel above, don't you love me?
Far, far away
Someone is smiling.
Here, now, I cannot
For my angel is not here.
To gaze at her face!
Beauty is defined by her.
My only wish:
I wish to see her again.
Alicia! Alicia!
Oh, beautiful one, what's become of you?
Oh, beautiful one, what has happened to you?
Oh, beautiful one, I miss you so.
Oh, beautiful one, don't you know me?
Blended harmonies
Coalesce into one.
A pair of starcrossed lovers
Together become one.
But my Alicia
Never even knew who I
Was.
Oh, God!
Oh, Alicia! Alicia...
What the hell was wrong with me when I was 15? I distinctly remember being proud of this. I must've been wasted on teenage hormones or something.
...I know, I know, I'm mortified.
It doesn't rhyme.