Canals Of Amsterdam

My fear has settled in like the canals of Amsterdam,
I see romance in the cobblestones among debris and trash,
Looking for love wrongly I am a display in the glass,
For strangers, under the red light.
I only know the eyes of men who know my disguise.

I know no one, and no one dares to know me.

My trust is a rag doll, wearing thin, running out,
You can't hold me to nothing now.
I saw your face in every town that I was in across the sea, but I tend to let it go when I'm with others in my sleep,
Some I just meet,
Some mean nothing,
They mean nothing to me.

I wanted someone, but someone never wanted me.