you make me hate myself for i am a blue
wishing myself was a red

'cause you want a brief fiery burning love
while i'm a sorrowful melody you can't seem to end

realizing that making efforts don't always mean you'd get what you want
that trying hard enough isn't always good enough

trying to sleep but still kept awake anyway
studying till dawn but still failing anyway

trying to heal the pain you gave but still aches anyway
forgetting you but still remembering anyway

how stupid of i
to fall for a glimpse of an eyesight

when the way he looks at you
he looks at her that way too

how funny it is
to think that words don't always mean what you think they are
how i love you(s) doesn't always mean i love you
it does hurt to know sometimes

but how can it be possible? some ask

as much as it hurts to know
it is like
knowing that you are my single drop of water, yet i am your single drop of water
that you're my single drop of water in the drought, yet i am your single drop of water in the rain

wondering through the sky
wondering if i
if we
if maybe
somewhere between those smiles
among those glances through the eyes
that we could be something
more than just nothing