I feel so alone in my quest for serotonin, the only connection I've made, is in my car, when I plug my phone in. I have grown tired of always being the admirer and never the admired. the adorer, not adored. Lost sheep...no reward.
But there's hope for this lost little lamb, sleeping in barns and getting food where he can. What he left behind was certain slaughter, the champagne may not be flowing but theres plenty of water. Every missed step is another in your past, might have been a bad day but it wasn't your last. One day when it felt like the world got darker, the sun came out; and she's remarkable. You feel like you can see clearly for the first time. There are forces at work that push you together, whether it's her smile, her child like sense of wonder, Thor; God of thunder, put asunder to all and sundry, and never in a month of sundays would that little lamb have thought, that this ray of light was the girl he sought.
But there's hope for this lost little lamb, sleeping in barns and getting food where he can. What he left behind was certain slaughter, the champagne may not be flowing but theres plenty of water. Every missed step is another in your past, might have been a bad day but it wasn't your last. One day when it felt like the world got darker, the sun came out; and she's remarkable. You feel like you can see clearly for the first time. There are forces at work that push you together, whether it's her smile, her child like sense of wonder, Thor; God of thunder, put asunder to all and sundry, and never in a month of sundays would that little lamb have thought, that this ray of light was the girl he sought.