I don’t believe in love, I never have.
I do believe my parents love me, my family.
But that’s not the love I’m talking about.
The love I’m talking about…
Makes you vulnerable, weak.
It lets you take down your barriers
For someone you thought was different,
And then you just end up hurt.
It never works out.
It breaks you, even when you think you’re unbreakable.
You’re trust gets broken and then your world falls apart.
Why should you love when all it does is hurt you?
Why should you go against what your head is saying
Because you heart is saying something else?
What has love done for me other than bring pain?
Maybe I’m the girl who can’t love,
Who won’t love,
But I’m more than happy with that.
I’d rather not go through that mess,
That people call love, again.