Coy was a student, but with no intentions to study. He was 17 but still in school and he desperately needed someone, someone to talk to, to hold on to, to hug and cuddle and to cry when he remembers his mom whose place has been filled by his dad's personal Cruela, basically, he needed a girlfriend. Being the kind of person he is he was pretty sure he wouldn't get a girlfriend

I miss those dayswhen I could just randomly ramble and rhymewith a few Fidel admirers down the corner asking me to write them a few words or even more instead!Some asking me why I didn't opt for journalism rather than design (seriously?)and the others asking me to start copyrighting (That reminds me I still haven't read up on what that term means exactly)Ok enough beating

Pull me closer and push me down... You expect me to be back? You must be out of your mind... You walked this path with me You thought you were my guiding light? You must be out of your mind... Now I'm walking alone, You've no Idea where I am, You think I've lost it... I think you have!