Why is real love so hard to find. And when you think you're found it, you find only like its some kind of gone you play but never win. And once you lose at the end you always want to try again
knowing that totry again means moreheartache and strife
but you toss your feelings to the side like you've done your entire life
and after so long these feelings build up
you break down and eventually give up because you think you'll never be smiled on by "ladyluck"
time and time again you cry yourself to sleep
because that love you've longed for always seems to be out of reach
they say its better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all
but to me thats a lie because loving marked the beginning of my downfall.
