Finding That Boy

I'll sit and dream, about this ungrateful world.
Wonderful as he may seem, just sitting there...thinking of that special girl.
While the poor girl, cutts her wrists for that boy.
How mean it is, this ungrateful uncaring world.
Leaving the girl without a single joy.
It's not easy looking for love!
It ain't easy wishing on a shiny star.
Just look up and live above.
Think of love, as a rosy star.
You'll have it, but it'll always leave.