If you came looking for an answer
this is the wrong place
I am hard, worn out and tired
I will not tell you what you
want to hear.
I searched for it, lived for it
traded my youth in the pursuit of it.
I read about it, heard about it in music and watched the myth performed by celluloid heroes.
I was lifted up by the prospect of it
always crushed in the end by the absence of it.
I am the last romantic
living in a world of no romance
And yet this fool still believes