What is love?
Long nights of crying?
Short periods of feeling fine?
Watching yourself break apart, dying...
While your content of wasting my time?
What is love?
Never trusting your good enough?
Always changing your inner beauty?
Never accepting your loved, just being tough?
while all along all thats left is barely enough?
My toughness is losing grip after weeks of holding on.
I feel myself slip anticipating rock bottom.
What is love?
To say "I love you" is a lie?
Nothing more but believing that "I love you" is true.
I'd rather know your playing games with my heart
than be left to watch you, see me fall apart.
I'll explain what love is...
There isn't any love between you and me
You never meant each keepsake kiss...
You smile at the sight of my bloodshot eyes...
Don't deny this when its true!
What is love when your constantly at risk?
The love your proclaimed towards me, I found could never exist.
