Always the same for me.
Break up, break down.
Drunk up, fool around.
Meet one guy, then another, fuck around.
Forget the one and only.
Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love,
desperately look everywhere…
And after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one,
until that one is gone as well.
There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up.