The Search for Lonely Hands
And here I am holding hands with myself.
Longing to lock my fingers with somebody else.
Waiting for the perfect fitting half to come along.
Someone who will finally make me understand those countless love songs.
A boy who with all my heart I can trust.
Who makes every bit of my happiness a must.
Who gives me butterflies whenever we touch.
And all of his caresses should trigger my sense of lust.
I want him to only care about my opinion, not care about what anyone else thinks.
Because to his chain I want to be, the perfect missing link.
We need to be the thing that fills up each other's empty space.
The only thing in this world that can make our hearts beat rapidly and race.
I just know that he's waiting around somewhere, with the same longing while he holds hands with himself.
I'll wish upon this shooting star that I'm the perfect girl who can help.
Please let us meet someday, so our lonely hands will have each other to hold.
Here I am waiting and you're the one, I believe it with my eager heart and soul.