I'm falling again and again,
for a girl that isn't even present,
but I like the little things.
like the sensation of my hand being squeezed when I'm curled up crying and alone,
or the way my heart aches for her,
Is this a dream?
Just a hole in my sanity's seams?
Perhaps the future is more colorful than gray.
Perhaps I will understand one day.
Why a picture in my mind can bring me so much joy.
But reduce the man I try to be back to a lonely young boy.
A scrap of love, life seems more vibrant with more hue.
But is it also throwing my view of life askew?
Chasing dreams like a dog after a ball,
Still wondering whether I'll trip and fall.
Could my dreams all be only a ruse?
I know I'm destined for more than just to lose.
Can you let me know, mighty gods that may lurk above,
What the truth is behind this love?
I don't yet know, but I would like to.
Because if this is an empty endeavor...
I think I'm done with being a lovesick scrap.
I mean, what's the point if it's just a trap?
I'll try and try with all my might,
But there doesn't seem to be an end or win in sight.