When Penny looks at the endless sea
She wonders what it means to be
To live and love and care about
All those things within, and without
She wanders through the park at dawn
Looking for a love that’s gone
To see the world because he should
And she thinks, she never, understood
In that time the love is lost
Because to hold on there is a cost
One that only some can pay
To be a light for another day
Not as lucky as the special few
Some love is lame and mediocre too
Penny may cry, wish, and hold on tight
But pathetic is a lackluster fight
So as the sun tries to peak its head
The cold wind reminds of words once said,
‘Penny, I love you, but not in that special, infinite kind
of way. That doesn’t exist. But I love you. I’m sorry if that’s not enough; it’s
all there is. And, it’s not going to last forever, if very long at all. Can we
just have fun as we are, in this moment? I’d like that…’
