| Written: OCT 20, 2002 |
Every time I give up,
Out of the woodwork comes another;
The kind of woman men dream of,
The special one you can’t take your eyes off of.
I just get used to the idea,
I’ll be alone again;
When they walk in all beautiful,
And seemingly interested…
As always they never come through,
And once more I’ll be left in the dust;
Yet I try always, despite the pains,
I work to breach the gap in happiness and loneliness.
Until then I sit as I will sit after,
Alone and wondering about a girl;
The one that dominates my mind,
The next crush, the new girl.
