Wanting something that'll never be fixed again.
I was hoping something spectacular would happen in my life. Something worth living for. But I'm alone, and it never hurt worse. To feel a sting from someone who would never love you, not even care for you. Knowing that there was a possibility to care for a person inside, but finding out its dead, and wont be resurrected.
I'll never know what love will feel like, because I am an unlovable person. I want to have qualities that someone, anyone, would cherish. But I have to move on without warmth. Move on without the caress of wanting or lust. Dead. Dead. Dead.
I'll never know what love will feel like, because I am an unlovable person. I want to have qualities that someone, anyone, would cherish. But I have to move on without warmth. Move on without the caress of wanting or lust. Dead. Dead. Dead.