Days go by empty and meaning less
There’s no stop to this endless search
This search for a flawless match
You conspire and in wonderment compare your hopes and dreams.
He’s almost perfect it seems
You think to yourself, is this search over?
But then a false truth a mistaken judgement
This love has ripped your heart out in one shot.
You think it’s your fault that it's over.
But in truth it’s his.