It feels like I’ve been stung by a bee.
It feels like waking up the newborn baby.
Rejection after rejection, I still have hope that I’ll fall in love with a dude or a lady.
It feels like a never-ending trip but it’s going somewhere.
It feels like losing thanks to the ones who make it unfair.
Heartbreak after heartbreak, I still have hope that someone will claim this love I’m dying to share.
And that’s why I believe that true love is indeed rare.