Love
Why does everyone else get a chance but I never do
Will I never be allowed to feel that feeling?
Back when I sat on that couch
I wondered if there was any reason why I shouldn't slit my throat
I told myself that there was still some good I could spread out into the world
But that can only keep my passion burning for so long
Am I destined to only pour out my heart
But never receive love of my own
Will I only be fit for self sacrifice
But never be given a love of my own
Is all I am an ego boost for someone else?
Why do I still keep going on
If I'll never get to experience my deepest desire
To have a love of my own
To love and to hold
A reason worth fighting for
But if I will never get that, then why am I still here?
As I keep pouring out
Getting closer to empty
Have I yet to sow enough karma
Am I some sort of atrocity
To be ostracized and kept waiting on the sidelines?
How much longer will I have to push
Before I fall off this cliff
I just want a reason that can keep me going
And I'd love to know her name
Before it's too late