With every loss he builds another wall
with every downbeat he beats himself up
with every song he adds he cries and lies all
will be fine.

He says he will not, knows he isn't, heard she doesn't,
the glass through which you look at me is made of pity,
the shoes I wear are less witty, my comments on ways.

I could walk an eternity of infinities, times ahead of
plans, working, divided by the times I've mocked myself,
nothing left.

je t'aime said my first lover
France had given me love
Te amo said Spain
Still love wasn't enough
wô ài ńi i heard while eating sushi
China had given me her heart
ich liebe dich i heard in Germany
i thought maybe we'll have a start
s'agapo said the greek beauty
But i wasn't mesmerized in her soul
Doo-set daaram said my persian lover
i still didn't feel the warmth, i still felt cold
Ya tebya liubliu she said and kissed
But Russia was the same, still nothing new
ik hou van jou said dutch lady
but real love in this world was really few
Ngo oiy a  the cantonese beauty said
But i still kept searching for love
ani ohev otach by hebrew girl
But somehow it still wasn't enough
My bengali beauty said ami to make bhalobashi
but i wasn't yet satisfied
my arabic princess said ana behibak
But still i didn't have a peaceful night
When i sat back home
i realized which one is true
Arms wrapped around me, hugged me and said
"i love you".

Arms resting on carrara, leaning
in to make you feel like it should
appreciated, and if I just could
tell you but my expressions lose meaning

when I speak instead of show, low
heartbeat, fast, surrounded by
the veil of whiteness, pretty, oh my,
this must be, with covering snow.

She does not respond to this
silent weight on the shoulders
weighing more than massive boulders
she doesn't know how much I miss

her grasps and hesitated touch
they're like a failing, neverending clutch

Standing in front of the fridge
staring at the food, unlikely to
like it, but hungry, so hungry, do
I take it just to have this itch

scratched? This moment is my only chance
the last time that I will glance
will tell me what to do or say
do I take this offer or should I stay

away from tension, possibly bringing
forth the hurt and pain of what's
never to regain, it's never the same.
I just listen and blatantly start singing

Along with the songs of love, that's
the error here, to me it's just a game.

Always. There is always something to get mad at       -      to          get          mad     -      at -             to get            -     *mad.

I met someone like you
In a sense that he possessed the same
Spirit as you,
With old passion that boils for the written word
See, he had the fire you had
The kind that enflames the heart,
Engulfs every part of the body,
The bright yellow that means destruction for those who dare to
Envision what lies behind the concrete walls

But he, better.
With a soul that lusted for the truth in things, only to find the truth couldn't be found in things we saw but in what we felt
But you wanted to see what could only be felt

I did meet someone like you,
Only he had a tenderness your hands couldn't have ever known,
Your heart wouldn't have bothered to attempt to give, or attempt to accept
Your mind wouldn't have fathomed-it goes against your illogical logic
(Narcissists aren't emotional when it doesn't concern them)
And your eyes couldn't see though wide open, because your heart is closed

He looked at me like the astronomers had conspired with the stars for me to find him,
For him to find me
And they aligned perfectly
As if the ancestors had boiled our blood in a clay *** to forge an unbreakable bond,
And like the 10 rules of life, written on stone and sealed with the love of Him

I guess what I'm saying is,
I met someone better than you