Missing Searching

You ever searching for that perfect person to the point it hurts

We try and we try to gain what we love.

But we fall with a broken heart.

Looking down at the floor trying to find the pieces, but realize they are too scattered apart.

We stand there in front of the mirror with mascara ran eyes.

Pleading to our reflection to tell us reality is just lies.

We lay searching in a vacant cold bed at night.

Introverted, blankets tucked tight.

We sleep with tears streaming down our faces.

We watch our life barely hanging by tattered laces.