All my life, Its was the only thing I wanted.
I cherished all the stories, and the tall tales.
But they remain tall tales.
But Nothing is ever good enough.
Nothing fulfills this pleading desire to be held, to be kissed.
My head is drowning in lies
and my heart is suffocating in desperation.
But Nothing is ever good enough.
I beg and pray on my knees until they stain.
I weep and scream until I strain.
I bleed and die on the concrete for anyone I see.
But Nothing is ever good enough.
I feel no passion in my soul.
Anyone who gives anything to me, is rejected.
My selfish, pathetic dreams are far too outrageous.
And nothing is ever good enough.
When I saw you holding her I grew a hole.
A deep pit into my soul.
Like a child I bellowed in my heart for my wanting.
And nothing is ever good enough.
So you stand by me like this.
Nothing more than everything to me, but nothing more than a friend.
And It will stay this way forever.
And it will never be good enough.
Because I love you.
