Wrong

How is it that i find all the wrong women in all the wrong places.

From my space through friends of friends.

And you know where else.

What is it that I do wrong.

Do I give them to much attention.

Shower them with gifts.

Cook for them.

When most guys can't.

Do the little things that are no big deal now.

Until I'm gone.

Say the sweet things I say.

Do the things I do.

Touch them the way I do.

What is it that I do wrong.

That in the end I get pushed away.

Hear the things I hear.

I'm only 20 something.

Its not you its me.

I need my time and space.

I just need to think.

I just need to find myself.

I know I'm not perfect.

Not perfect by a long shot.

And i know I've done some things.

To cast some doubt.

I just don't understand.

Perhaps thats just the way it is for me.

For they come and go.

And yet I'm still searching for the one that I'm still looking for.