She was always afraid to fall but, somehow, it was like an instinct
And she was terrified to cry and show everyone that she feels pain
And she told me it wasn't easy to watch yourself get lost
And she made me promise I wouldn't let go until I knew that I was brave...
Unless I was okay with being insane...
She was always thinking, instead of feeling what was inside
But when she gave all she had to him, she realized she was alive
That made her wake up and see that she was really blind
He watched her commit, didn't give a shit- that was his crime...
That he just wasted her time
I've heard tales of love that has prevailed
But unlike hers, I've heard that people hurt
And they walk around giving love a bad name
But I'm not sure which is worse...
Knowing love can either make my Sun rise
Or it could make curl up at night and cry
I've heard both sides of the stories, and things just don't add up
How could there be two outcomes to something as simple as love?
