I seek the love I hope to be true
Or rather, I sought it before.
I used to think I was empty or just a half
I used to think I needed more.
Someone wanted to give me the world
But I only wanted him to be real and true
Extravagance was not what I wanted or needed
And so his heart I made blue.
I do not regret being alone, going solo
I’ve long accepted my complexities
I know it’s hard to love me
And they can only hold so much capacities.
What was I to you?
What was it you wanted of me?
Did you want me to be more?
Did you want to be more?
You go on lying
I know you’re faking
My heart is aching
The sight of you haunts me
Like a never ending nightmare
Those tortured months I died inside
And you just let me
And now I know to be more careful and to read between each lines
They want what they can’t have
They work hard for it
But what happens when they get it?
Will they remember how hard it was to get it in the first place?
Or will they throw it aside?
Wanting is different from needing
Row your boat as fast as you can
The tide is fighting back but you have to try
Try hard and work hard until your arms are sore
The only way to make it is to row your boat
Work hard and stay humble
When everyone else casts you aside
Surprise them by not being boastful
Let them talk, that is all they do
Try your hardest and let your achievement do the talking
Time to stop the whining
I have to start winning
Prove to no one I can do this
Prove only to myself I can’t miss
I have to set my mind to working hard
Getting back in shape will such a reward
Is it easier to hurt than to love?
Easier to promise the stars above
Than to just be kind to the needy.
Is it easier to walk away than to stay?
Easier to promise a better day
Than make one for someone.
Sometimes it’s easier to lose hope than be hopeful
Because the people now have made me doubtful
And that’s a sad thing, I reckon.
Try your hardest
Keep your head above water
Be not afraid of danger
Hold your breath and try harder
Dig hard and dig deep
I spy with my little eye a sparkle
Ignited by a feeling
Fueled by the emotion
An old school girl playing hard to get
Can’t you tell she likes you too?
She just doesn’t want you to see
Make a move, make your move
Or forever hold your tongue
For she will never tell
until you do
It seems you don’t understand
It’s hard for you to get that she wants you
to make the first move
So go on boy, MOVE!
I’m just waiting for you to finally get
what I mean