getting the door slammed at my face is what I get as a reply,
Time has passed, and a bit too much was wasted.
Only because I'm searching for something.
A fool is what I may have become.
Looking for something that seems impossible to find.
I may have found someone, but, never has my call been answered.
Whenever I find someone, I always hope that she's the one.
Always a failure, greatly damaged inside.
Looking for someone who'll patch me up carefully and safely.
I'm hoping you're the one to patch me up inside,
Because the one who has my heart now is you.