I'll be honest.
My patience has come and gone.
I messed up bad this time.

I'll apologize for my poor appearance,
and ever awful pronunciation.


I'm shot, full of hope
and I'm slightly intoxicated.
Yet I'm searching for something more.

And I long for so much more.

It's the disappointment

that's far too much to cope with,
when everything is a fabrication.


Our lives,
and our hopes, our dreams, our love
was all exaggerated.


But I'm searching for something more.
And how I've longed for

a little bit more.

Here I am to admit defeat,

I've never been one to beg pardon,
yet I'm on my knees.


I've tried my best to smile,
but it's hard when you look up for the stars
and ask the sky when they're coming back.