I always hear those incredible stories of love
those awkward tales of big sparks and doves
Of 2 unfarmiliar souls meet and know at once
That they have been missing an entity all along
I hear tales of people travelling the world around
looking for that someone who brings out their sound
Of misadventures and remarkable facts
and of how to excel in love with the use of tact
I watch movies and learn about life
of how different cultures deal with concepts so rife
How harry met sally, cassablanca too
of how a man tells his girl its all about you.
its kinda hard for a young man to swallow
so much love sometimes feels so shallow
but sitting alone on my couch on a saturday night
just makes me think something is not right.
Have i offended gods i ask? A feeling begins to creeps
that feeling so black it makes me just want to leap
The bleakness of my room beckons for me to come
Another night without you, another day to come.