Some people look for love, some people look forward to the future..some people look forward to just tomorrow. Some people make love happen, some people give their heart away when they are in love. Not expecting anything in return. Some people love with everything they have not thinking twice if their love was going to be returned. Some people see their future..they’ve planned out their future since young..some people have plans, ideas of how the future is gonna turn out…People have boxes, all sorts of shapes, sizes & colour. You either stumble across your box, or maybe your box dropped on your lap…or your box was always there in front of you…or you decide to go buy box…some even have lost their box only to find it again…
I just don’t get my box. At all.
“Kel, it meant nothing. I just wanted to know if you still felt the same…I just needed to know thats why I said all those things..”
Well I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more
And I won’t be satisfied
‘Till there’s nothing left that I haven’t tried
For some people it’s an easy choice
But for me there’s a devil and an angel’s voice
Well I don’t know what I am looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more
Well I don’t know what I’m living for
But I know that I just wanna live some more
And you hear it from strangers
And you hear it from friends
That love never dies, love never ends
Now I don’t wanna argue, no I don’t wanna fight
‘Cause you’re always wrong and I’m always right
Well I don’t know what I am living for
But I know that I just wanna live some more
I used to be involved, and I felt like a king
Now I’ve lost it all and I don’t feel a thing
I may never grow old, I may never give in
And I’ll blame this world that I live in
I visit hell on a daily basis
I see the sadness in all your faces
I’ve got friends who have married
And their lives seem complete
Here I am still stumbling down a darkened street
And I act like a child and I’m insecure
And I’m filled with doubt and I’m immature
Sometimes it creeps up on me and before I know it
I’m lost at sea
But no matter how far I row
I always find my way back home
But I don’t know what I’ve been waiting for
But I know that I don’t wanna wait anymore
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
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What I’m looking for…
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What I’m looking for…
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What I’m looking for…
-Brendan Benson, What I’m looking for-
Hurting. Pain. Shoulder, heart & head.