• Why do we write about things we despise?
    is it because we really do care...deep down inside?
    I never seem to understand myself in situations like these...
    when I write about love...and other irrelivant things...
    my heart was the key to its own sad demise...
    thats why I locked up the door to the outer edges of my mind...
    I'm afraid of myself...and being hurt again...
    & so emotion still plagues me...in the end...
    so what do I do? I write the same sad words...over & over again...
    even though the order changes...its still all the same...
    but no one ever notices...because its all just a dream...
    so then why do we care? when we know the outcome?
    it should be expected; hearts are broken, love is a lie, emotions are painful, life hurts, nobody cares how you feel anyway...
    so why do we care ourselves?
    in the end we're all just dreamers...
    hoping for truth...
    but we never seem to find it...
    trapped in our youth...
    we all will forget why we ever loved...
    maybe someday...you will find the one person that can save you...
    maybe it really does exist...true love?
    its happened before hasn't it???
    People who met when they were young and stayed together...
    forever...
    or at least 'til they died...
    so...
    if true love DOES really exist...then why do people try so hard to find it?
    why can't we just go through life not searching for it...
    and wait until the right time...
    then there wouldn't be so many divorces and breakups and broken hearts...
    and tragedies...
    but then again...
    without it...
    what would we write about???
    and sing about???
    maybe its meant to be this way...
    so i guess it will just have to keep going...
    until we find a new subject at least...