When was love supposed to make you cry?
I look to the heavens and ask them why.
But they don’t whisper a single phrase
And I’m left wandering in a daze.
I thought it was love, but it couldn’t be
Because there is just too much hurt inside of me.
When was love supposed to hurt so much?
Wasn’t it all about yearning for their touch?
Instead I fear of what you might say
I think about the possibilities every day.
I just get this feeling of crashing to an end
It’s a feeling that seems to grow stronger when I see you again.
The distance growing between us
Is getting larger without the safety of our trust?
It isn’t fair because certain words just make cry
I try to just let the words slip by
But some keep replaying in my mind.
And each time I hear them the feeling gets worst
And I’m struck with the notion I am under a curse.
Was I ever meant to be loved by somebody who will care?
Or am I just an object to be used since I’m there?
I wish these questions could be answered, but they never will
Love is now something to me that is just so uphill.
Because it hurts too much to hold on with all my might
Thinking you may be with somebody else tonight.
And it tears at my heart and eats me from within
Why did I have to make you more than a friend?
Was I an idiot to think it could work?
I feel it since I feel like dirt.
I felt like there was something, like I was the one
But surely the lies were still here to come.
And one after one, they cut at my heart
Until it was broken and torn apart.
A person I wanted and made perfect in my mind
But this isn’t a love that could ever be mine.
I should have never believed the words that were said
Or the dreams and the desires that danced in my head.
What would you call this? A game of pain?
A game that is not a romantic dance in the rain.
Instead you are struck with the cold hand of reality
And everything that you wanted is nothing but a fantasy
That could never become true because this is how it goes
This is the story that everyone knows.
When was love supposed to be so confusing?
Filling you with helplessness and hopelessness
People have inflicted irremediable hurt to your heart
Until you have no idea where you wish to start.
I just want to run and cry when I hear what might be
And I know deep down inside, that broken down person is going to be me.

-It's Not Love by *doorfromheaven