Sitting there your hand with mine,
Sitting there, lost track of time.
Its such a strange feeling, this one called "love"
Just what does it mean, and just who thought it up?
It could have been one person - Who's feelings were never returned..
Or could it have been two lovers?
Who spent life together, yet it crashed and burned?
This just doesn't make sense anymore..
It's all just confusing to me.
You notice in all the statements I've made - Love takes a toll on thee.
Pain is somehow always involved, in such a perfect, yet simple thing.
But what if I don't want to feel the pain? It's just not appealing to me.
So, this thing called "love" I wonder who, just who thought it up?
It's been around for far too long for me to just look this guy up.
So, if you don't want to feel the pain, remember just now - no one does.
Think of all the good things... and if stumped think of who thought them up!
I may never know what love is, and I sure hope I do one day,
But until then I'll enjoy my life here alone, and not broken my soul will convey.
