Where could love be, if it doesn’t want me?
Where could love be in this entire world?
I found love once before, but it just left me and ran threw an open door?
That open door, where as, hate, passion, and money has come and gone threw.
I’ve loved so many, but at the same time, there isn’t any love here for myself, I would rather find that lost love than to tend to the needs of myself. Being by my side, is something I crave for she too be, but when I really think of it, she never really did get to love me.
