There's always a,
Glimmer in his eyes,
And though every part of me tries,
I can't not fall,
And that's got me,
Wondering,
Will it be worth it at all?
Cause he can't be,
Just another to recall,
I'm sick of breaking hearts,
And the feeling each time it starts,
I don't need yet another scar,
Or aching memory,
I want it to be something,
That I can take with me,
Where the laughter outweighs the tears,
And melts away the sorrows,
Of the wasted years,
Or is that too much to ask,
Of a steadily tainted world?
For something to be good;
For a love to be unfurled?
I surely hope not,
For my heart would be for waste,
Lost in this crooked world,
Painfully misplaced.
