Someone for everyone, that's what is said.
We learn and want to believe
because the story masks the dread
of a life meant only to grieve.
The hands of fate could be so cruel.
We'd rather not admit.
Ignore the truth, remain a fool -
a lie we just permit.
Nothing just exists in life.
but one that's most unfair,
is that one can endure such strife
without a soul to care.
Alone is fear, alone means tears.
Alone for all the toxic years.
I watch my friends as each they find
a soul that loves as if assigned.
But I find no such peace of mind.
Worthless flesh, I'm left behind.
Once I believed the evil lie
that love was kind and even I
would find someone who would love me
if I just waited patiently.
But I am tired of this blind belief.
It brings me not a speck of relief
as years roll by and steal my youth
and laugh at me and my silly truth.
The hands of fate are cruel and they
have made me but a joke to play.
Teasing me with wide-eyed dreams.
Love withheld from me it seems.
No one ever could it explain
why love never calls my name.
I can but guess as I look down
that no one falls in love with a clown.
But ringing in my head
as alone I lay in my bed.
I hear that lie so clear:
someone for everyone I hear.
and i say loudly as i spit
what a load of fucking bullshit.
