Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Lost

It seems that the more I try
The harder that I cry
No one cares about how I feel
They only care about getting a feel
And that's when I get hurt
That's when I start feeling like dirt
Because I thought that you cared about me
But in reality you only wanted my body
And I'm tired of searching for that one guy
That one guy that won't make me cry
One that will want me for being me
And not just what his eyes see
I've spent countless nights crying
I've had plenty of thoughts wishing I was dying
Yet I'm still here
Being consumed by fear
Fear that I'll soon lose you too
And that this is too good to be true
But I can't cry if I do
Because I know that I've been nothing but honest with you
Then again maybe that's a part of the problem too
People don't like when you tell the truth
But all I want is to smile
Even if it's for a little while
I just want someone to bring me happiness
Not just get between my legs and make a mess
But that seems hard to find
I guess that kind of person only exist in my mind
I guess I'll never find another special friend
I'll never have that kind of friendship again
And that deeply saddens me
Because all I want is to be happy
But I guess that's too much to ask for
Because special people like that don't exist anymore

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