tired of trying
tired of carrying my own weight
tired of living with my mistakes
too tired to face my fate
no more Looking for Love,
because love is not looking for me
in fact, it is running away
everytime i barely find it
it slips through my fingers
and fade right in front of me
leaving me with an emptiness
that was me preparing to fit this love inside me
now there's all this room
and nothing to fill it with
maybe i'm just not suitable for love
maybe love isn't suitable for me
maybe is not my time
maybe there's no time
maybe love isn't something we find
but something we build
and thats what im tired of
always trying to build love
but being the only builder






















