is never enough
Can anyone ever be satisfied by the things that they are given?
I don't think so.
We are always left to desire more,
and that desire inflicts us with pain.
We can never be happy
We are the chosen ones, we are the desolate creature
Both chosen and forsaken
Denied love but forever seeking it.
I'll pack my heart inside an envelope and seal it up.
I will mail it to you and you will keep it always and forever.
In your safe keeping it will come to no harm,
And I will be left forever blue, but never black.