Love Doesn’t Exist
There are so many things in this world
That are just meant to let you down
So many things in this world
That are meant to make you want to turn around
And just go home..
There are so many days when you're just blown
When you would do anything
Just to be able to come back home
But you can't, cause you gave up homes
The day you sold your soul..
No you can't, cause you lost all your control
The day when you finally let go...
Chorus
And a thousand days don't equal one night
Of me holding you, of me holding you tight
And I'm just trying to feel alright
Cause I haven't felt that way in such a long time
And I think I could love you if I tried
But I won't..
Cause I don't believe in love...
And I guess I've started to realize
That the things that we care most about
Are the things most meant to rip our hearts out
Yeah I'm starting to see that all you and me is ever meant to be
Is me..just me..
Yeah I've started to figure out
How to lose my sanity
All I have to do is give into all I can never be
And I'm just trying to figure out what's worse
Hoping that you and I could last forever
Or believing that I'll ever be
Anything but just me..
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And the wounds of the world
Are meant to be the kind that never fully heal
Yeah the wounds of the heart
Are never meant to be the kind that ever really heal
That's just the way it should be
Cause why we ever want to be?
Happy..
Yeah someone supposedly created love
Supposedly it exists
Cause I thought about it real hard
The day you walked out of that door
And I realized that I didn't want to feel this way anymore
Cause I figure that love could never exist
In a world like this
Yeah I think if love really existed things wouldn't happen like this
And I'm sorry that I don't believe in the equation of love
Cause if you and me = <3
But then you're gone and it all falls apart
And you and me becomes just me..
Well then what is that supposed to be? Yeah if it all just falls apart
Then I'm sorry but that equation just doesn't seem very smart
It just doesn't make sense to believe
If every equation for love always ends up equaling
...just me.
Cause the wounds of the world
Are meant to be the kind that never fully heal
Yeah the wounds of the heart
Are never meant to be the kind that ever really heal
That's just the way it should be
Cause why we ever want to be?
Happy..
Yeah someone supposedly created love
Supposedly it exists
But then if you don't mind me saying
Think about this
If someone supposedly created love
If supposedly it exists
Why would anyone in their right mind
Ever create love for a world like this?...