You're like the needle in the haystack, a shining diamond in the rough
And I'm the broken record, going round and round, fearing I could never be enough
You're a rarity, a mystery, a sweet breath of unpolluted, fresh air
And I'm a beggar lying in the street, fearing there is no way I could ever compare
You're the innocent, the uncorrupted, the gentlest nudge towards the unknown
And I'm the guilty, the tarnished, the wanderer, fearing I'm not worthy of a home
You're the tender pull on the heart strings, the subtlest symphonies of love
And I'm the the rusted, bruised and used up chords, fearing I will never rise above
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
You're like the needle in the haystack, a shining diamond in the rough
And I'm the broken record, going round and round, fearing I could never be enough
You're a rarity, a mystery, a sweet breath of unpolluted, fresh air
And I'm a beggar lying in the street, fearing there is no way I could ever compare
You're the innocent, the uncorrupted, the gentlest nudge towards the unknown
And I'm the guilty, the tarnished, the wanderer, fearing I'm not worthy of a home
You're the tender pull on the heart strings, the subtlest symphonies of love
And I'm the the rusted, bruised and used up chords, fearing I will never rise above
