Hearts are meant for breaking,
and we have feelings to experience pain.
If your eyes are never open,
you'll never see the rain.
All flowers wilt and die, and theres no such thing as true love.
And chances are you'll never find, that girl you dream of.
Because there's so much more,
For you to find,
Like happiness and,
Peace.
So much more to worry about,
Than finding someone to please.
Nobody is more important
than you,
than to yourself.
So why put yourself through pain,
Creating a personal hell.
Because love takes prisoners,
It festers in your mind,
Makes you wonder "where is she?"
And- "why isn't she on time?"
Love gets inside your soul,
Ripping it stitch-by-stitch,
Looking for that place to scratch,
Searching for that itch,
That itch that knows just where to push,
Your 'hot button' it will find,
It'll learn exactly what to say,
To make you lose your mind.
And love shouldn't be about that,
Such negative connotations.
Such harsh rules to follow,
Leading straight to damnation.
So for me, I choose,
A path of life my own,
And although love would be nice,
I'd rather be on my own.
