Life is weird

Predictable at best


I want something more

I want something

to hold

Something I can mold

Never change for myself

I've wished…..

And cried my single teardrop

But in the


I'm still crawling into bed

Holding myself tight

Wishing, but not hoping

For something that is mine

Call it strange, even weird

But in the end my choice

We all want, dream it

But in the


We just hold back