Disappearances

A conflict of interest; searching for love
             Finding love. It's become some sort of business.
Fighting the current, going with the flow
       No matter where you turn it seems
                 Nobody exactly knows where to go.

Searching for perfection; fishing in the sea
          Gazing out the window and wishing
On this star and that star and just every star they see.
     Will love find me? When will it come?
When will my life begin? Do girls just want to have fun?

Needing a constant reassurance; am I amazing?
               Let me now play the role as the magician--
Oh look! I'm disappearing.
                    Need the uplifting joy of being accepted
Someone set me free; I'm dying.

Tired of all the commotion; the tears not worth shedding
          An offered hand which is never taken.
She says, he says, they say this. My only reaction is
     When are we going to get over all this?
No one answers. No one says a word.

I'm lonely! I'm angry! I'm down under ground
         Six feet and counting, wanting, hoping
Are you around? Around? Around?
     Testing, testing, one, two, three
Are you listening? Listen to me.

Give me. Give me. But nobody takes
     The world is filled with constant complaints.
Accept it. Deny it. Forget about it. Nobody cares
                 Nobody listens because the one you want is never there.
But I'm here. I'm here. But disappearing.

The world is a disaster. A battle without a fight;
           Because everyone is so quick to walk out on life.
Wanting love. Needing love. But define it
     You stare starry eyed but cannot find it.
Why can't you find it? Why can't you find it?


Take away the loneliness. Can't stand on two feet
      Must have four. Must have more.
Never enough to be on your own
           Keep searching even after the search is done.
What are you looking for? Are you listening?
    Does it even matter when you can't find anything at all?


She's a broken disaster. He's a confused lad;
          Both searching for redemption in the wrong eyes.
What's the world turning into? Where are we going?
      Keep looking, but we'll never find
Love is not a possession meant to be mine.