Is this love? This contradicting bliss?
This feeling of being stepped on and having no one to help with this?
How do I stay happy?
Why am I still content,
Having someone to love and someone to resent?
Is this love? Is this love?
Why'd this happen to me?
Is this love? Is this love?
I'd rather not know
This is love that's been holding me.

I'll stay in your life
As long as you let me.
It's not what I imagined,
But it's better than nothing.
I'm content with my life as down as it gets.
I'm happy for you, you can say it's a safe bet.