I crave the love and care
in return I get hate and despair.
I always feel so empty inside,
a place in which I use to hide
I cower now in all my fear,
I wish I would disappear.
In all the time I have lived
I have never felt the feeling of love.
I wish to be held by someone,
a person who could make my heart run.
I chase after love ans it runs away,
I scream and cry and beg but it won't stay.
Perhaps I wasn't made for love,
my dreams will have to stay in the sky above.