Song Series

All I Want

My road had never been the same as yours, before they converged into one path. I am standing there, wondering where there roads will diverge, wishing they will never do.

All I want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

You stepped into my world like a fairy, out of the blue. You came and salvaged my despaired life. Your smile healed my ruptured heart, and man, God blessed you with that killing, sonorous voice that only a fool would not fall for you. No, I am a fool and I fall for you, deeply. So basically everybody does.

But then you left, nonchalantly, I guess. I thought all our confabulation meant that you had consented to our relationship, that you could have acceded to our betrothal, if that ever happens. And it does not, to my utter disappointment.

I can never confess my love, for I am so down here and you are up there, apropos of almost every possibly accountable factor. And my cowardice - an inevitably egregious point of me - always prevents me from getting anywhere, specifically on our road - no one could be as craven as me. And all the second thoughts kill, too. All of them makes me a complete fool. To this stage, your re-appearance is the only cure to my mental problems. Perhaps it is the panacea to all of my problems.

Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die a happy man I'm sure

I may take you to court. You are accused of leaving me, culpable for reducing me to tears. If you are cruel enough to ever do that, I believe you will be tough enough to withstand the years of imprisonment. You will be incarcerated perpetually with me, at my behest. The punishment condigns to your crime. This brooks no argument.

Only if the trial were real, and you were to be punished. But it is not. You are still out there, on the road of your own, accelerating fast ahead, leaving me behind, tending to switch to another road.

You may not know how I lost myself, thanks to you. By dint of your barbaric actions, you make me bleed internally. You left scars, not only on my skin, but on my heart, and on my soul.

When you said your last goodbye

I died a little bit inside

I lay in tears in bed all night

Alone without you by my side

Injured as I am, I am not, and never will be, ready to amputate those parts and move on. Because moving forward without you is akin to moving nowhere. I will be lost again, stuck in my own maze again, and eventually died miserably. You came to me, showed me the right way once. Why could you not do that again?

The first night alone, I could bear. The second night was harder, but not possible. Third time is a charm, I waited, to no avail. As the night dragged on, I filled my mind with thoughts, inquiring myself, one leading to another. Why would you leave me? Why would you do that to me? Why would I be so stupid, and unwise, and many more? Why couldn't we be together?

But if you loved me

Why'd you leave me

Take my body

Take my body

All I want is

And all I need is

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

Like you

I am the Ted Mosby. A normal, stuck-up guy, who never thought that one day, a girl would cozy up to him, and befriend him, and talk to him, and have a soft spot for him. A guy who repeatedly do eccentric things to be able to find the girl for him, or find replacements. He succeeded, though, but I am not. I will never manage to find somebody like you. You are the one, the light at the end of the tunnel when the sky is tenebrous and the atmosphere is abominable. A person like me may never find you once again in his life, on his road.

So you got out the best of me

A part of me I'd never seen

Angels do their job everyday of saving the penurious. Your angelic existence does great help to me. Then angels go back to heaven, leaving the destitute like me alone. Take my body to your heaven, this life means nothing without you.

My aspiration is aflame. And it is not a very special phenomenon - we have seen this love everywhere, and everytime on TV - our love was made for movie screens. It may be trite, but it is unique to me. I am the Ted Mosby, but not the one you see on TV. I am not in a kind of reality show when they infuse theatricality into the plot to make it sound somehow melodramatic. I am, let us say, the epitome of Ted Mosby. Your Ted Mosby. That you came to me, "took my soul and wiped it clean", is inimitable, is divine, and the one thing I will never forget.

I cannot count the nights wide awake because of you. As long as you are still out there, and we are still on the same road, I will be on the lookout for you, and ready to open the door, whenever you knock it.