People say they love the chase
But I hate chasing something that doesn't want to be caught.
Its like searching for the end of the rainbow, when you know there's no gold.
Trying to be someone you're not, despite what you're told.
But In the end,
Its me who likes you, when you don't want me.
Me who wastes my time running,
After someone who could fly.
And after all those nights you lead me on,
I'm the only one who wonders why.