the trepidation that the voice in my head is right,
saying there won't be another soul in sight
that would look at me with all their might
and say "I love you"

I wish I did not believe
this insane reality
that lives in my mind rent free
but the fact remains that for other people it's so easy
to find someone they love
but for me
it's like I'm cursed with a disease
that makes it hard to glance at me
without unease

and while everyone else finds their soulmate
I'm stuck in the same state
letting everyone believe I am great
that there nothing weighing my plate
and that I just don't believe in fate
that I never breakdown and cry
I never wonder why
I never pray to the lord to give me a friend
or to help make amends
or to look at life through a different lense

and help me think that maybe it's nice
that I never have to share, never have to compromise
never have to double the price
never have to give a peice of advice
never have any reason to think twice
but then again
I my brain never fails to remind

that I have nobody
and it physically hurts to think
no one will ever look at me
never belive what they see
never have me as a fist choice
no one who will accept my vices
no one to think I'm worth their sacrifices
my love not worth any prices
and the harsh reality slices

and now I'm bleeding on the ground
and there's nobody around
and I lay there, still, not making a sound
because I do know now

that the voice in my head is right
when it says there is not another soul in sight
that would look at me with all their might
and say "I love you"