'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
Oftentimes I wonder why am I such a sucker for love? I guess I don't know enough about love, and for that, I love with my mind and very little with my heart. I feel Love is nothing more than a cursory bout of happiness, something that gets an individual through each day. I stay wary and jaded with every relationship I get into, thinking that this one is gonna be better than the previous one. Nevertheless, I end up falling deeper than I should, growing fonder every day. I hurt but that's okay, because I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all. Being in love is a wonderful experience, but is the hurt worth it?