Looking For Diamonds

I’ve been looking for diamonds, but all my diamonds keep on leaving me

Everytime I find a shining diamond, that diamond don’t want me

I search through the mud and stone; I earn these rips in my cloths

But I guess all the diamonds don’t want hard working bones

Yeah, I guess all the diamonds don’t like dirty, they like glow.

Now I don’t know if it’s how I look; and it might be how I dress but no diamonds are looking for the little I have left

I’ve been looking for diamonds; a diamond that would make all the other miners jealous of me

Just one perfect diamond, that likes me for me

Everytime I find a diamond, it doesn’t take long for that diamond to realize it’s embarrassed to be seen with me

I find a diamond and quickly become attached.

I love that diamond with all that I have. 

I’d do anything to protect it from getting scratched, and I’d help heal the scratches it may already have.

But with every diamond I am with, the more scars I get; and the more of those I have, the less I am willing to dig.

The more the previous diamonds take, the less of my heart I have to give.

But I will sharpen my blade, try to forget all the memories diamonds have made, and work myself through my pain.

Because I hope that one day I will find a diamond; one that’ll keep at my side in front of other diamonds; one that won’t leave for a better minner; a diamond that thinks I am a diamond as well…

I’ve been looking for diamonds, and that takes strength.

With a smile on my face, I’ll keep looking for diamonds, no matter how long it may take.