A la mode Amid my own sorrows, a la mode, to better myself for me. Consigning yourself from my needing you, your heedless heart weighs down my pain. bowing me out, in my fragile state. Light of the fact you don't look back, my eyes besmirch myself. In two friends one aspires to..... condolences and support, calling apon for enjoyment. All the same, an expensive price paid to faulse ambitions. Among my own sorrows, I shall solo past both into self glory topping my mountain. A la mode
