The lifestyle.
It was all I had until I met you.
Then I knew love.
At times, I was pretty sure God was playing a joke on me when I found you.
It was unrealistic.
Unrealistic.
I was a mere mortal who sought another soul,
but often obtained a cold drink;
its only function to ensure that I couldn't feel my face.
Holding my heart into darkness,
I often came out alone.
Her very existence in my life broke a cursed cycle of hope and failure,
yet she even said what I never expected to hear:
it was unreal.
There wasn't even a "we",
just her and I...
so Im holding my heart into that darkness,
standing alone again,
waving goodbye as she walks off into a light with another soul.
The whole time I just wanted to be somewhere else.
The whole time I just wanna be someone else.
Who am I suppose to be when the person I'm in love with doesn't want me?
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