Here I go again.
Ranting about lost loves.
Why do I even bother?
Why not toss away the gloves?
Surrender all of my hopes.
They will never come true anyway.
I get stuck with abuse and pain.
All the head games they like to play.

I'm sick of lying
To myself that there is someone.
Someone in the world for me.
Someone true, honest, and fun.
He's probably already gone
Moved on without me.
So I have to live my life alone,
In silence and heartaches misery.

I just want to be held...
To know someone really cares.
To look into their eyes and know,
We really make a terrific pair.
At the same time I'm scared
That if I do ever find the one,
I could lose them in a moments breath.
Then I'd truely come undone.

Am I meant to just keep wondering?
Where in life will we collide?
I'm so sick of this cold shelter,
That I choose to hide inside.
But the world is a cruel place.
A lot of hate, anger, and pain...
And I'm not sure if I can venture
Out of my shackles once again.