My frustrations are accumulating,
It's getting irritating.
I've tasted love once, and it not only captivated me, but left me wanting more.
Having it taken away and not returned is a feeling I hadn't felt before.
Who is at fault? I've been told I'm young and should take it with a grain of salt.
But no. I have no idea who to blame.

My situation is unique, and if I could adjust or maybe critique,
Believe me I would.
I have many ladies in my life but not many I'd rendezvous with.
And very few that suit my fancy that I go to school with.
But those I'd be true with
Would not return the feeling.
And not for lack of trying but my head is reeling.
The list of things that go awry is long enough to hit the ceiling.
I'm either:
Too late,
Too early,
Just a friend,
Although I'm burly.
Can be too reserved,
Or I'm plain old news.
I'll tell you what:
I give up if that's what you choose.

Even if the right girl just fell out of the sky,
I don't think I could handle her, I'll tell you why.
My time spent solitary has chilled me to the core.
Time tore my ability to love, my heart is sore,
I can give no more.
No more feeling, I forgot how to let someone in.
No more playful grins, biting on the chin, 
Time, you win.
I forgot how to sweep a girl off her feet.
I throw my hands up in defeat as I watch countless others
Enjoying what should be mine. I have been beaten.
It sounds selfish but I just want the feeling of falling head over heels.
I want to kiss her slowly and know that it's real.
Just as pain is real,
Love is real.
Love is real.