Too many times i've been the one branded second best
with eternity of thinking when to end my protest
countless times i'm passed without even a glance
my life has everything but love and romance.
i count all the stars as they shine each night
and only think of what to do just for your delight
patience, patience i say myself is the key
all else will fall in place from necessity
but patience wears to bare as time flows on
all that i thought was there has now forgone
sent back to the times of used to be or could have been
when all the while you still kept that grin
do my actions convey what my words have said?
or shall i give up my crusade and stop searching instead?
too many times i've fought in the name of my heart
but waiting for that moment when it could be torn apart
taken piece by piece, and put together in your life
cut it out however; use a scalpel or a knife
be the one who wants to, make me whole once more
is someone really out there, that can meet with my rapport
or will i be the runner up, as my life as so seen fit
will i find the person, who can finally commit
to take me as i am, for better or for worse
someone who is not afraid, to fully be immersed.
