Hopeless


I've finally found it,
my purpose in this world.
It's to make her happy,
to bring a smile to this girl.

Sometimes she really tests me,
it's something i must bare.
She wishes to see how i tick,
to see if i really care.

Though at times when it's just too much,
and i can't take anymore,
i'd run into the little corner of the room,
to heal my heart that's sore.

The pain i feel is just too great,
it's getting harder to hide.
A number of times in front of her,
my tears did shed, i cried.

I must seem awfully weak to you,
but i am just a boy.
One that has just become,
this girl's little toy.

Call me whipped and call me blind,
for i wish to feel and see no longer.
My heart is her's yes it's true,
my love for her grows stronger.

Yet, no matter what i do for her,
it will never be good enough.
There is always some other thing,
some other problematic stuff.

No longer have i words for her,
i seem to get tongue tied.
When she asks am i okay,
somehow she knows i lied.

What must i do for her?
I've done everything i can possibly do.
It really really makes me sad,
to the point that i turn blue...

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