I’m being crushed by romance…
February 28, 2005 § 3 Comments
All of my life I’ve always believed
That the dream that I wish will come true
But now that I’m grown all those childhood beliefs
In my head just will not do.
I’ve wanted the fairy tale, wanted the dream
But logic and life will go on.
It looks to me now that things ARE THIS WAY
My life won’t get played in a song.
Oh where is my Prince?
Someday he’ll come
At least that’s the lie I’ve been told.
But I can’t sit and wait,
And I won’t pine away—
It’s the pining that makes you grow old.
Why did I believe in those old fairy tales?
Why dream that that life could be mine?
Time passes slowly and surely each day,
What good does it do me to whine?
So then why does it feel like I’m missing out;
What’s this void that demands to be filled?
Sweet Desire stands longing
While I strive and fight,
It seems these things cannot be willed.
I want him (but who?)
I need him (for what?)
I just want to love him so bad
This nameless and faceless
Prince of my dreams
This fool’s wish is driving me mad.
Ok, I need to find a new focus…