It's difficult to find someone to love Some many crave a cold, uncaring fling. We're always reaching for that cut above - We pine for what tomorrow may not bring. We search the eyes of people passing by We don't look twice despite what we may see. We curse the sullen tears we cannot cry - Alone we face a cruel eternity... We lie and swear we don't need love at all. We claim commitment's only for the weak - Yet day by day through lonely streets we crawl Expecting we'll find love in just that way. If we would drop the martyr's act we'd find - We have a shot at love - and peace of mind.
