Everyday I feel like i’m a circus freak

Only because people say i’m weak

My whole life never had a girl perfect

I always found one with a defect

If i was meant to be alone love would

Not course through my veins but if I should

Not Have love I would not have friends

That’s why in the end I’ll just be your friend

Lonely lives tend to not see the ones who love them

Mostly because their mind is clouded with doubt and hate

But the people who open their heart to anyone tend to want to be alone

Because they find love is hard and cold like a brick in the arctic

The people who find the point in between tend to live in happiness with their partner

I have been through all three of these stages

But no love is worth one life for love comes from a beating heart

Days are broken

Nights are made

When love is no longer a fire

When it’s a cold hard rock

Bars tend to shout names yours in particular

Either to take your time or to take your money

When love is restored life is brought back to your soul

Red returns to your cheeks and your heart beats for no other

Then this process repeats no love lasts longer than the love for your friends and family

For real friends accept you for who you are because you mean something to them

And family will never leave your side