Being young seems to be a lethal thing,
It's hard to see future days,
When there's so much haze,
Over today.
Falling back feels worse,
When you were just there,
And it's hard to resist giving painful people second chances,
Because I can't see my future soulmate,
As good as others can.
At least not finding them,
I can visualize them.
Someone a little similar to me,
But not exactly the same.
I'd like to be a little taller too if that's okay,
But that's really it.
I just want somebody,
That I love,
Who loves me back the same.