We have someting.
Beter yet..we do not have something.
What it is we do not know.
What kind of thing we become,
it is never right.
Never we become accepted.
Never will they see who we are.
What kind of thing we become does not matter.
We are a nobody's type of love.
Thost feelings are never for us.
Never can we share those.
Because we have the dammed "Aura of Disgust"
Talk about it we cannot.
People try so hard to let us see that we are loving,
that we deserve love.
But their never right.
It will not come because we are nobody's type of love.
And do we care?
Yes we care! so much we care that we cannot see anyone happy anymore.
It killes us to see people kissing and loving.
Because we are the only one who cannot have.
We are Nobody's type of love.
(kut gemaakt, I know

just like we feel)