For every time I see
something fall apart
I sit back and ponder
Why there is no love
any longer
The situations we place
upon ourselves for the
fear of being alone is
ever present
The thoughts of our
meaningless life's existence
Forever being crippled to
the thought of an intimate
relationship
For we are forever human
Leaving us with one important
flaw, the heart...
Divided we stand together
we fall apart
Forever being tricked by the
brain
Leaving us emotionless
numb to the pain
So is there ever such a thing
as true love?
Or is it just a fixation we
all dream of?
For me its a distant memory
no longer in the future or
part of my fantasy
For I have felt the pain of
many others and thats just
not a place in my life I
want to be
