grow meet love hurt cry leave wander think want realize lose.

the older i get, the more people i meet (speak to, bond with, love)
the more people i love, the more i can hurt (hate, mope, cry)
the more i cry, the more i have to leave (move, run, wander)
the more i wander, the more i think (hope, contemplate, want)
the more i want, the more i realize
that nothing ever turns out the way you want it
sometimes it's better (making best friends)
sometimes it's just different (being gay)
but mostly it's worse.
or non-existant.

the older i get, the more i want
and the more i find
i am losing.