Lyrics don't matter. So I was told. Have I been reading too much into what they say. Their thoughts on the world I've yet to know. Thoughts on love which they call their own. And I shared them. Wrongfully so. For everyone has their own view on the subject. Perception. Something I lack. My lack of judging what people want from me and why I just can't let things be what they are. What is it that makes my own heart beat faster. How am I to know when all my life I haven't gone out and explored and found who I really want to be with. Now stuck with the dilemma but not so, of dying sooner and alone or living longer alone.