I wish that only one pair of lips would meet my own,
I wish they would belong to the one that will always love me.
But, alas, we all fall for the harshness of counterfeit affection.
Lies, built on broken oaths. That's what I once was.
But someday, I know that we will cross paths,
And the connection will blossom into a symphony of faith and trust.
But I have yet to find you.
I will endure heartbreak. That much is assured. It always is.
No one can really escape the pain and suffering of a cheat, or a lost feeling of love.
And recovery can take an eternity.
I know I will endure this pain and sorrow.
But I'll still be waiting for you, in the end.
My heart, broken and bleeding,
Held out in my hands, waiting for you to steal it.
You will come,
And you will repair me, make me whole again.
That much is promised.