It's you that I want,
but sadly you've got no time for me-
you hold the key for my
joy of happiness in being in love,
yet you always find a way
of crushing my hopes.
You appear periodically,
then leave in silence
i'm left to crawl,
trying to tape up broken pictures.
Pictures of you in my arms,
kissing me like there was no tomorrow,
how I thought you loved me.
Unrequited over and over again
from you, when will I learn?
I'm too weak for your touch,
I got to gather the strength
to tell myself, "no more,"
only then will I be free!
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