Ink Trail

Finding somebody that's like you Is as easy as finding a girl like me And I still haven't found myself yet. Both searches are painful, Especially when all the answers are in front of me - screaming the truth And giving me shortcuts To whom the heart really wants. If only my answers were within reach. So, I'll still look for another you, Forever adding names onto this stupid "shopping list" - like an ink trail leading to anywhere but my heart. Its unlike a treasure hunt Where there's mind-boggling riddles. In this hunt, what you want could never be clearer: anybody that resembles you and especially who I thought you could be. That person was love-worthy That person was worth anything That person still evokes boundless emotion even when all I want to do is feel hate pulse through my body. Yet, I still search for and add names to this tragic list in the hope that I'll stumble not only across him but into his heart too. I'll never know If you'll become better when you're older but until then I'll still search for somebody that you Could have been