Waiting impatiently for the message to come
Hoping to hear good news that will never show up
The bad feeling exists deep in the core buildup
As the tension arose to the calm beating drum

He hears a buzzing sound but it's only a friend
Wanting to hear the news of his heartbreaking soul
Providing sound advice that he should hit patrol
To please his grand sorrow and for his heart to mend

Strolling through the bar gates, he orders a cold drink
Scanning the room around, to observe the pretties
All dolled up and nice, fun times in the cities

And then he spots his ex, with her friends dressed in sync
Looking so beautiful, he reminds himself oath
That she is only one that really made the growth