Faceless Wonderment

I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't breathe
Without thinking of you
Am I so dependent upon socialization that I can't live without a companion?

Every time I feel the cool spring breeze, I wonder when I will find you

Even when I see two couples walking down the street, I wonder what street will lead me to you

Sometimes even when I hear the wind whisper through the lofty oaks, I wonder when I will hear your voice ring clear through the crowd

I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't breathe
Without wondering why I am so damned not to find you sooner rather than later

Every once in awhile I just need someone to hold, something tangible

Why must it be so hard?
Will it be better in the end from the suspense?

I was not granted the virtue of patience!
Is this my lesson?

I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't breathe and I most certainly can't live.... before I find you

(Corny as hell, I know, but deal with it)