I just don't understand
How this works really
This complex feeling
That makes people go nuts.
Making such a fuss
And frankly, I've had enough.
It's so much easier to be me.
I don't have the urge
To buy candy or flowers.
I don't spend hours
Pained if I'm unrequited.
And I don't get excited
at the thought of being united.
People think I'm the bad guy.
But Love's not always a picnic either.
It knows how to destroy what's been built
It can watch a rose wilt
Without hope of resurrection.
Really we're not that different.
Actually I'm pretty sure,
I was Love in a past life.
I guess it just depends on what is your strife.
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