Love, something we take for granted.
Do we realize what we're getting into, No
We jump right into it.
And unexpectedly we're heartbroken.
So why bother, or is it just life.
If it's life, Then life sucks.
But we still prosue it, but why?
Noone knows, except maybe the man above.
Maybe heartbreak is apart of life,
Or just something to make our life a living Hell.
Yet we come back for more and more,
Being wounded every time.
They say one day, we'll find the one.
But do we really find that right one.
And will we find that one in time
Before we just run out of time.
Well I guess maybe we should just keep hunting
Or maybe quit while we're ahead
But how? It's an addiction that we're attracted too.
So I guess I'll have to suffer the pain and sorrow forever.
