I want to believe that I will find someone to share the world
I want to have hope that I am worthy of love
Yet it seems,
As days go on,
I fall back into old beliefs.

Ghosts of lovers,
Point out my flaws
Clouding my judgment, altering the person you see.
I want to belive that you can be the difference
I want to have hope that you can love and care for me
Yet,
As the days go on,
The ideal seems absurd.

Knowledge of the challenges
Does not help us through.
I want to believe that I love you,
I want to believe that you can love me too.
Yet,
As time goes on,
It's clear to see,
You don't.