So Im 30 now,
Am I gonna finally feel what it takes to be loved.
I've had seriously bad luck,
And 99 percent of the time I have no luck.
That one percent is dying hope this will be something.
Or the conclusion,
Settling is my worth.
They say you're only ugly if you believe you are.
Then I must have a repellent.
I get asked,
When Im bringing someone home,
A lie is better than saying,
It will never happen.
Im not waiting,
Matter fact what the hell am I waiting for.
All my first are dreams,
Experiences through dreams.