Why do we take chances? Why do we put our hearts on the line? Why do we risk it all, when we know it wont be fine?
Why do we fantasize? Why do we have dreams? Why is love so complicated, and never as it seems?
Why isn't love easy? Why does it take us by storm? Why is it unusual, in every shape or form?
I'm tired of the hurt, I'm sick of the pain, I'm done with the love that acts like a chain.
I'm done with you. I'm done with tears. I'm done with heartache, from my peers.
Why do we take chances? Why do we put our hearts on the line? Why do we risk it all, when we know it wont be fine?
[HappyGal] · Mon Jun 14, 2010 @ 06:37pm · 0 Comments |