Why is it when you love someone they go away?
Why is it when you dont they come back?
Would something happen if I dont care?
But the question is would that be fair?

Love is what it is
Love is what we are
Love is what we have so far

He hates me but i love him
He breakes me but i love him
He's mean to me but i love him
My friends ask why i still love him
I say
I dont know myself

Never will it be.
Never will I see.
Were we ever meant to be?

You find Love and you keep it, play it and hurt it.
But when its lost you find it and promise that you'll take care of it.
Why is it like that?
I dont understand.

Never will you be happy if you couldnt find someone you can share it with

He iz my world
My world iz my everyhing
Therefor i have nothing