This thing

This makes me question my own beliefs on love,
the true love that every man seeks from the very bottom of his heart.
Because of this, it’s easy to feel neurotic,
and get in touch with an unfamiliar paranoia.
Now, I live through this
I breathe this state of mind,
a situation I need to get the f...out of
It’s something I’ve always wanted to avoid
Who to blame?
Some say blame her, the woman that turned around, and broked my heart.
And because of this, comes the anger,
the frustration is sinking in,
it’s like an inevitable pollution to my feelings
Feelings I had, but now is destroyed
Up until now I’ve given her all my attention,
maybe it’s time for me to leave the feelings behind, and change direction
Are we born into this?
So we can live through all this, and then die from this?
This thing called love...
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