What's the point in searching if I won't find
What's the point in wiping my tears
When the next minute I'll cry and none'll mind?
What's the use of hoping I'll overcome my fears?

Where the hell's every corner where'll find love
When literature and every picture says world's round?
How'll I ever fly without wings to find one I deserve
When even gravity keeps bringing me back aground?

Who'll it be to fill this heart that's bruised and cracked?
Who'll bear nursing wounds they didn't cause?
Who'll erase the memories of the one that rocked?
Who'll give me the right prescription and not over or under-dose?

Why should I keep hoping even after this long?
Why should I believe them when they say out there is one to whom I belong?