I was trying hard to fall in love,
desperately.
My eyes opened up every morning looking all around me, searching for a name, a face, a soul
desperately.
But it seemed like even though I gave my bestest, I was not worthy. So I cried. I did,
desperately.
At first, I changed my clothes. Nothing happened. Then, I changed my hair and everything stayed the same way. Finally, I changed my voice, the way I walked and even my smile. I did it all just because I wanted to love somebody,
desperately.
Seasons changed, flowers grow and died.
I looked myself at the mirrow but I couldn't find me.
And I realize that if I want to love somebody, first, I need to love me,
desperately.