Sometimes love gets lost
in the middle of uncertainty.
When  I start to think of you,
and forget all about me.
Sometimes luck runs out
And hearts get bruised and damaged.
But  some how we keep trying
To see what's left to salvage.
But all I see is a shadow
of some kind of silhouette
of stranger that I used to know
Someone I keep trying to forget.
When all I wanted was a lover
Someone who held my hand,
to comfort all my troubles
when the world forgets who I am.
Maybe I'm too much of a dreamer.
Maybe I'm a wreck.
But I'm easy to  please,
Just hard to impress.