Suicide would be easy,
The coward's way out.
My whole life i took shelter,
Avoiding this bout.
But now here i stand,
I can run, but i dont.
Seen that long road before,
Where it ends, i wont.
Should i die as a hermit?
A life without love?
Or should i get to my feet?
Move on, find anoth'?
I'm just scared and alone,
Really quite weak,
And as i call out for help,
Not my voice, but a squeak.
I looked for love once,
But all i found was a friend.
But i know this friendship,
Will last till the end.
I'll never forget all-
The good times we shared
Or how much i did love her,
How much i did care.
Shall i call it a waste?
Ney, it's just life.
Just one more experience,
One of lifes smaller strifes.
They say love is eternal,
And also quite blind.
If i search once again,
What fate will i find?
Fate, eh?
What a strange thing it is,
So many friends who are girls,
Yet not one to kiss.
But i'm out of rhymes now,
Oh wait, but one more,
In relation to love,
I've reopened it's door
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