I lay in bed
thinking of love
what it would be like
what it should feel like
what it should look like
tears start streaming down my face
as i wipe them away
i ask myself
why am i alone
why am i not in love
am i ugly?
am i stupid?
am i not meant to find it?
everyone keeps telling me
you'll find it
I'll come
be patient
i AM being patient
maybe it's just noy meant to be
i just don't know anymore
i guess I'm just not meant to be happy
