Looking out my window,

hoping you’d come around.

There’s a perpetual echo in my head;

it keeps bringing me down.

It keeps telling me love isn’t real;

that I’m stuck in a cycle–a forever spinning wheel.

As I keep on searching for the one,

every man I come across tends to run.

I don't know if I should keep searching anymore.

I don’t wanna be hurt nor shot in a war.

I don’t think that i’ll find love like that

because every time I think I do, it just doesn’t last.

Yet I continue to prepare

for a battle, fighting my own tears.

Ignorantly unaware 

that I’ve been failing for all these years.

Always defeated by the hands of my naivety, 

and struck by the bullet of complacency;

but I just let crimson bleed out.

I’m thirsty for love when I am in a forevermore drought.

I become too attached;

it’s a problem I know… 

I need to let go,

but my heart is lit up by a match–

an inextinguishable flame no wind could blow out.

I need someone to bring me back, 

back to reality;

but it’s pointless

‘cause I keep returning to an inevitable attack.

On the battlefront,

I become bruised, 

torn and battered,

so abused.

At this point, my hopes are broken like glass

forever shattered, buried deep in the grass.

Yet I continue to prepare

for a battle, fighting my own tears.

Ignorantly unaware 

that I’ve been failing for all these years.

Always defeated by the hands of my naivety, 

and struck by the bullet of complacency;

but I just let crimson bleed out.

I’m thirsty for love when I am in a forevermore drought.

Let it go.

Don’t let my love grow.

Hide away.

Don’t let me fall into dismay.

No more wounds.

No blood left to exude.

Keep my distance 

from the war.

No more fighting

‘cause I’m too sore.

Can’t let fireworks explode

since the magic just erodes. 

No more love.

End the endless war.

Am I stuck in battle forevermore?