Everybody's been in love but how come we
don't know that it's true love till it's over?
Maybe theres no one or two or three or four
or even five. Maybe there is no such thing as
true love. And we just keep on dressing up
we keep pretending to be something that we're not.
We lose ourselves in something that we hope
is better than what we think we are.
What if the something that we're looking
for just doesn't exist?
---------------------------------------------