Every day that i survive, I become even stronger.
Each new experience and triumph lets me live longer.
I choose to give up being an irrepressable hatemonger.
There are things I have dreamed of, that I still seek.
I look back and learn from the times i was weak.
Thinking back, I laugh at my desire to meet a freak.
Since I was a young boy, love has mattered to me.
A loving husband and devoted husband is all i wanted to be.
But it seems the more I look, the less I can see.
They clearly didn't lie when they said "love is blind."
Even though it hurts, it is forefront in my mind.
I will still pour my heart out, and get left behind.
Of all the knowledge I seek, this I cannot attain.
I keep going after it even though it causes pain.
Some whould argue, "that's how you define insane."
So I continue on this utterly bleak path.
Always coming up short regardless of the math.
I wonder why I deserve God's wrath.
I'm tired of being pushed away with a strong shove.
I want to settle down into the life that i dreamed of.
To know that she's faithful, for i know she's in love.
That day will come soon, so I must prepare
For I must take action when the one is truely there.
Lose that opportunity... ... ... I wouldn't dare.
I watch others in love, and use that info as mine.
I learn when to let things slide and where to draw the line.
I listen to every problem, even when they whine.
Somewhere the secret to love lies inside of this.
The key to being desired, and to giving her bliss.
If i could wish one thing, it'd be a final first kiss.