I’ve always wanted people who were made for someone else
Granted some of them I didn’t know they were for else
But this search for someone who sees that I care
I’ve always picked the wrong person
Is it in my nature to be wrong, I wonder?
And, truly, I’d be most at home in a cuddly platonic relationship with a few people
Living together and just being there for eachother
But even one is too much to ask
And watching budding relationships stings
I’m not waiting for you
I’m just not going anywhere
No gang vocals right now
I can’t take the sound of it
Of devotion
These songs of not love, but devotion
I would rather sing vague songs about how tomorrow is going to be better
Someone devoted to me
There is not one person on the planet
How lonely
It stings
Love
That anxious little
But I want it, but I’ve never experienced it, and I never will
Feeling I get when I see it
It must be nice
To have true love
良いね
It’s like it’s teasing me
Look how nice this is for other people
Look at how they’re enjoying life
Time is passing me by
I’ll die eventually
I mean, obviously
So many years wasted
Is this it?
Can’t you do better than this?
But you don’t
You author person
You’re lazy
It’s not my fault you’re incapable of writing my love story
Gave up did you?
I asked for the Moon
But you couldn’t even figure out how to work in some dust
Lazy fuck
Lashing out at nothing
It truly feels cruel
How love is everywhere
I can’t escape it
I need a filter for life
No displays of romantic affection ever
How am I supposed to be not bitter when it’s everywhere
And I want it more than anything
But I can’t have it
Reality is so cruel
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