Some Day

Why is it that I no longer feel alive?
I feel so dead all the time;
I need people to fill my life.
I guess what I'm missing is that someone special,
But how am I supposed to find him?
This world is huge and I'm one tiny piece;
He's another tiny piece,
So how am I supposed to know where to look?
He could be in Italy or in Brazil;
He may not even speak English,
And yet, this is the love that keeps me going;
It keeps me fighting, the thought that one day...
That one day I'll find a love so true
That nothing will ever tear me away.
There is a thought that he will be different
From all the rest; from all those guys
Who tell you lies so they can say that they
Are better than someone else because of who they
Did over the weekend, or who gave them some head.
The thought that someone out there is different,
It's what drives me on through the whispered talk
Of my ex- and his friends, of the people I once
Called my friends.
I hate the way they sit there and talk
Like I can't hear them; like I can't
Understand what they said, what they are still Saying. It'll pass eventually, but until then,
I need those friends who were always there
For me and always will be.
What can I do, though, when they're all gone?
Who's there to talk to when they're not around?
There's no one, so I sit and imagine.
I imagine the day I found the one guy who
Can make me so happy I forget about the lies,
The lies that haunt me and make me cry.
It is this imagination of mine that keeps
Me going, charging head-first into whatever is
Coming. More obstacles to block the way,
But I can fight and hope to win.