Truth is, love is just a fancy word
that you tell someone because you want to be closer to them
but some people think its more than that.
I was one of those people.
Until I realized that love is not a feeling
it's a mad up word for a real feeling
but people don't know what the feeling is,
they just haven't experienced it yet
but they still say those three fucking words
just because they want their relationship
to be even better than it is, but really
if you want the relationship to be better
then you obviously don't really like the person.
The actual feeling is so extraordinary
that it cannot be expressed with words
and there's only one other feeling
that matches it, only by intensity.
That is the feeling that you get
when you feel the feeling love expresses
and the other person doesn't feel the same.
These feelings are polar opposites
but they both greatly affect the feeler
and can even make people go crazy.
I am not crazy, I'll tell you that much,
but I've felt both of these feelings
and it feels like I've been torn apart
by this girl that I "loved" with all my heart
and I never could explain the feeling to her
so all I could say was I love you
and she even said it back to me
but if only she realized what I meant
when I said those three stupid words...
I bet she wouldn't have said them back.
She betrayed me, ripped out my insides
then tossed them aside like it was no big deal
but it is a fucking big deal, to me at least.
She think just because she stopped liking me
means that she can end it and it'll all be okay.
Well it's not okay, I'm not okay.
My whole being has been torn apart
too many fucking rimes
and I wish that this shit was easy,
getting over her I mean,
but I guess it's not as easy as I thought.
I thought since I already knew it was gonna happen,
since it's already the third fucking time,
that it'd be much easier to get over her.
Unfortunately for me I was wrong
and I will have to continue to suffer
but I wish I didn't stay as her friend
because it just makes things worse,
it brings make too many memories.
But not for her, she's just fine.
She'll forget about me really quick
and move on with her life, find someone new
who is better than me in every way
and then she'll be happy, but not me
because I will always remember her
and remember how she said she wanted to stay with me
but why did she say that when it was never really true?
She was always just fucking confused,
I bet everything she said wasn't really true
because truth is, love is just a fucking lie.
