That is really sad to admit, in my opinion. It is meant to be a boastful statement for those who say it... like they have other things to worry about than girls. But when I say it, it is all too literal to me. My ninety and eight problems seem minuscule to that one singular lack.
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The gleam has gone from my eyes...
Looking at past photos of us, I noticed something was different about me then.
I had a vigor and zeal that was in me... a fire in my eye that announced to the world that I was ready for a challenge, ready to take it on, or die in the attempt.
And, I almost did...
I wonder if you'd even know me now,
sure, you may recognize my face.
But, would I still be able to make you smile like I once did?
Would we lose ourselves in each other's presence by falling into the void we left in each other, or would we be lost in each other's presence, not knowing where to turn to find common ground?
I scare myself at times, it is almost as if I want to live in my past,
but I know that I was living with my head down a hole.
But, even with my head in a hole, the fire of my pupils was enough to ignite asbestos.
I can't take all the credit though, I did have great support... it was hard to let the world keep me down when I wasn't fighting my battles alone.
The fire was certainly in my eyes, but it started first in my heart.
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