Melancholic Strain

In this hollow heart, where remnants reside, A lament of sorrow, where shadows confide. An infectious ache, it spreads through my veins, A ballad of longing, an eternal refrain. Oh, this infectious pain, it consumes my soul, A melancholic strain, it takes its toll. In every beat, in every verse, A haunting reminder of a love lost in time's curse. Like a plague of despair, it lingers and stays, In the depths of my being, it forever plays. It dances in the moonlight, it whispers in the breeze, A mournful elegy, a dirge of unease. Oh, this infectious pain, it consumes my soul, A melancholic strain, it takes its toll. In every beat, in every verse, A haunting reminder of a love lost in time's curse. The world may turn, the seasons may change, But this infectious sorrow, it remains the same. It's etched in my heart, a permanent stain, A testament to love's eternal pain. Oh, this infectious pain, it consumes my soul, A melancholic strain, it takes its toll. In every beat, in every verse, A haunting reminder of a love lost in time's curse. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh. Oh-hoo! Oh-hoo! Oh-hoo! Oh-hoo! Like a plague of despair, it lingers and stays, In the depths of my being, it forever plays. It dances in the moonlight, it whispers in the breeze, A mournful elegy, a dirge of unease. The world may turn, the seasons may change, But this infectious sorrow, it remains the same. It's etched in my heart, a permanent stain, A testament to love's eternal pain. The world may turn, the seasons may change, But this infectious sorrow, it remains the same. It's etched in my heart, a permanent stain, A testament to love's eternal pain.