Why when I find something great
Great things do not occur,
Happiness is just not my fait
Because numbers keep me from her.
When someone listens to your every word
And tells you what they feel,
It’s a start to what one truly wants
But for me wanting never becomes real.
Beauty is what adds on to it
But I need more than a smiling eye,
When you think you finally found someone
You r hope suddenly dies.
Its when someone makes you smile different
That nearly makes it complete,
If I got that one chance id be on top of the world
But instead I am six feet beneath.
When the instinct of the heart, eye, and mind
Is to instantly think “best”,
It is what you call complete
Or better than the rest.
Its true that I will keep tryin
Even though I know its impossible,
To give up I would be lyin
Though she is someone ill always rely on.