To be stuck, What a disease!
To love someone, and have them tease.
Its all the better for those,
Who sit there and strike a pose.
What do they know of love?
They surrendered the ball.
I keep it clutched with me,
And tell them all to let me be.
I'll be stubborn,
I'll be stuck.
My heart is hers',
And her heart is your's
But your heart someone else's,
And now you have no chores.
What kind of maze will stem?
Nobody loves the one who loves them--
They each just love their own
And fight their wars alone.
To be stuck, it feels so lonely,
And nobody will hold your hand.
You simply take a walk and only
Wish to have a special grain of sand.
But how will you find your little grain,
Amid the blowing dunes?
Why don't you try getting out from the rain,
And singing a new tune?
You refuse to last out there in vain,
Howling at the moon.
