For that perfect someone in the spot light.
But maybe I am wrong.
And everyone else has been right.
My one true love doesn't make music...
It IS music.
I've been searching for the perfect person...
Who strums the strings or sings to a crowd..
With everyone telling me I will be hurt in the end.
And they were right every time.
I never wanted them to know how weak I am.
That one little musician couldn't wreck my world.
But they can...
And they do.
Am I scared to leave the spot light and look for someone in the crowd?
Or am I just too stubborn to stop chasing my own shadow?
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