Love

Love. What a stupid word

Who knew its whole concept could be so absurd?

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How do we know when we feel love?

Or if it’s something we’ll grow tired of?

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But does it matter how we really feel?

Because a broken heart will never fully heal

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We’ll always be left with some kind of scar

Reminding us of who we are

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And how we never thought the hurt would end

And the break in our heart would never mend

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So that’s why I’m trying to feel nothing at all

So I don’t have to worry when I’m going to fall

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Maybe I’ve had it wrong all these years

Maybe I don’t have to shed all of these tears

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Because who really knows what love is all about?

And has anyone taken the time to figure it out?