Unable to find what dhey call a heart's loneliness..
Unable to find what dhey understand as the torment of being afraid of the dark..
Unable to find the one who is destined to be wif myiie..
Many are like myiie,, living life alone..
Love, its just a few simple strokes,,
But more complicated dhan believed,,
Hate keeps love from changing..
I've loved a few people,,
And have also been loved a few times,,
But still unable to hold on to happiness..
Love, can't it be counted?
Why do I still believe,, It isn't a loner??
I'm waiting for someone,,
Waiting for my eternity,,
To tell myiie dhat love doesn't travel alone,, nort to be afraiid..
Unable to use up all this flooding liberty,,
Now afraid dhat loneliness is a curse..
Admiring myiie,, someone who flies,, dhat after night falls..
I'd rather return to,, the stocks nn chains of love..
