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Is It My Delusion?

I just want somebody to love me
just the way I am
I don't want to change to satisfy
someone else's plan

I just want somebody to love me
is that too much to ask?
apparently so, cuz finding someone
seems an impossible task

I give and I give and I give some more
I give all I've got till it hurts
I'm used and abused and discarded (oh my)
but I just keep buying new shirts

I've been on the street, left out in the cold
and I live like a refugee
taking care of everyone else
wondering when someone will see
who I am, what I'm worth
and fall in love with me
I'll take care of you
will you take care of me?

I just want somebody to love me
just the way I am
I don't want to lie to anyone
for I am an honest man

I just want somebody to love me
is that an impossible dream?
apparently so, cuz finding someone
has not happened it seems

I see too much
I feel too much
I give too much
I want too much
I think too much
I play too much
I share too much
I care too much

I just want somebody to love me
just the way I am
I don't want to change to satisfy
someone else's plan

I just want somebody to love me
is that too much to ask?
apparently so, cuz finding someone
seems an impossible task

I just want somebody to love me
just the way I am
I don't want to lie to anyone
I am an honest man
just doing the best I can
too love and be loved is my only plan

I just want somebody to love me
just the way I am

So how are you? :)

I wonder if this rhyming expression is the me you know or is it my delusion?

Only you know and I really would like to know your perspective...

persistent, aren't I? :P

hl,
me

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