I've been running and running around..
I'm tired of searching for what's not meant for me to found..
I know how to feel..
Yet I can't seem to tell whether it's real..
What is this craving of you that I have?
Every glance we shared, I misbehaved..
What is this longing for you that I felt?
Every time i see you, I'm about to melt..
What is this desire of you I suffer?
Everyday this feeling inside goes deeper..
Is this what they recalled as LOVE?
Is this what suppose to make people fly high up above?
If this is what they say love is..
Then why am I wailing all my tears?
If this is what they say shall bring hope and happiness..
Then why am I sitting here with my loneliness?
I remember running down this road before..
Searching for something they named as paramour..
Once , I remember being so naive..
To find something so ineffably alluring yet itwas all deceive..
All the unexplainable craving that I had..
Just to find love rejecting like a poison injection
All the majestically longing that I felt..
Just to know my hands was not the only love has held..
All the greatful desire I had to suffer..
Just to lost the love who'd left me with wonder..
Is this what they recalled as LOVE?
The one that made me fly up above?
If this is what they say love is..
Then I've fell hard from the sky as rain of tears..
If this is what they say shall bring hope and happiness..
Then I've failed to find either only myself as a carcass..
If this is love, then it had deserted me with only pieces..
If this is love, then it is not what my soul wishes..
If this is love, then I've sadly learn it the hard way..
If this is love, then I've known better just to walk away..