As I lay there, tears rolling down my face.
Feeling unloved and worthless, they stain my pillowcase.
Thinking about my past and how I am never good enough.
Tired of my facade that hides a heart that's cold and rough.
All I long for is to be truly loved.
Someone who would never leave me, who was sent from up above.
To be enough for that someone is all I ever crave.
To awake in their arms and see a big smile on their face.
That they would accept me fully, my flaws and all.
That they would protect me, standing brave and tall.
When i am broken, that they would make me smile again.
Dry my tears, kiss away the pain, stay with me till the very end.
They would feel lucky to call me their own.
Mend my broken heart, assuring me i would never be alone.
We would face the world together, hand in hand.
Till death do us part, would be the master plan.
I don't want money, fame, silver or gold.
Just to be truly loved, to me, would mean the world.
