What does this love thing mean? I thought I understood so well. Love is for others, For me it's a bother. The only thing I loved was starvation. My funny little game, My dice with death,

My inside-out world,
Seeing life through a mirror.
It all seemed so simple back then.
I loved and was rejected,
That's all that made sense.
Now I've walked into a wall,
My nose is all crumpled,
I think ... I don't know ...
What the hell is this thing that I feel?
He comes out of nowhere
Whisked off my feet,
I am torn from my hate campaign,
My trusty sister abandoned.
I feel like a runaway train,
Always moving, moving on,
But where to? I cannot say,
And for once I'm not scared.
All I thought was real
Has been just a dream,
The dream becomes reality now,
The little thing I always wanted,
But thought I never would have.
