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An Introspection of the Broken Heart
It's always about love isn't it?
The hardships that seem to control my adolescent life
involves the strife of a potential lover.
Who doesn't want someone to hold and appreciate?
Who doesn't want to go to bed and feel secure?
I was told I need to ease up last night.
I don't know what I did wrong.
Every time I try to show my appreciation to someone, they tell me to back off.
It's like being lured into the sea by a beautiful light
only to find out that it is the sun and you will never reach it.
Now I am stuck in the middle of this sea of attachment.
I am lead astray by the tides once again.
Why am I always led to the broken ones?
The ones who "aren't ready" for this race in life.
This race that I have always wanted to participate in.
This race that I cannot stop running.
My partner changes, they leave me again.
And I was naive enough to think that it was a good idea to pick a friend...
No wonder he never held my hand, or held me close.
No wonder he never kissed me for longer than a few seconds.
No wonder.....
No wonder.....
Maybe I am too much for these guys.
Or maybe I am just as broken as they are.
Love-starved I am, but I always run to the greedy.
Because they never seem to give love to the needy.
The hardships that seem to control my adolescent life
involves the strife of a potential lover.
Who doesn't want someone to hold and appreciate?
Who doesn't want to go to bed and feel secure?
I was told I need to ease up last night.
I don't know what I did wrong.
Every time I try to show my appreciation to someone, they tell me to back off.
It's like being lured into the sea by a beautiful light
only to find out that it is the sun and you will never reach it.
Now I am stuck in the middle of this sea of attachment.
I am lead astray by the tides once again.
Why am I always led to the broken ones?
The ones who "aren't ready" for this race in life.
This race that I have always wanted to participate in.
This race that I cannot stop running.
My partner changes, they leave me again.
And I was naive enough to think that it was a good idea to pick a friend...
No wonder he never held my hand, or held me close.
No wonder he never kissed me for longer than a few seconds.
No wonder.....
No wonder.....
Maybe I am too much for these guys.
Or maybe I am just as broken as they are.
Love-starved I am, but I always run to the greedy.
Because they never seem to give love to the needy.
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