I always felt alone,
Like I was drifting away from this world,
I was just a lonely boy,
Looking for a lonely girl.
I just wanted to meet someone,
Who would be interested in me,
Not for how much money I had,
Or if I had a famous family.
I finally met someone who loves me for me,
And with the new love I have,
She makes stronger,
She sets me free.
I have had bad relationships,
Where I'm the one that gets hurt,
Whether it's bringing up the past,
Full of waste,
Full of dirt.
Everyone has someone out there,
Who will love them,
It's just a matter of when,
When that someone finds you,
That's when love begins.
This girl I love,
Made feel like I was never doomed,
It's thanks to her the withering flower I once was died,
And a new Rose Bloomed.
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