Who Could Love Me?

I sit alone, I ask myself,

Is this all I am, what more could I be?

I try so hard, but I'm still so alone,

I sit here asking, who could love me?

Those lonely nights, when the city sleeps,

I sigh to myself, "At least I'm free.",

Free for what? Free to be complete?

Who am I kidding, who could love me?

Reviews

[Asilem]

This is soo easy to relate to. You keep trying and trying, giving your all, but in the end, it's still not enough... Of course, then there's always that nagging thought in the back of your mind that maybe your all isn't what they want. You know what I'm saying?