To love or to be loved is what is comes down to.
To skip another meal or to not feel real;
for them to whisper and have you know
or have them whisper and it be a secret.
To keep him or lose him
to love and amuse him or
to be stupid and not choose him.
Would it make a difference if my father didn't leave
or if my brother was good and my mother didn't grieve?
If the beats didn't hurt and the words were not true
If you saw everything straight and knew what to do.
If the mirrors didn't scream--If it were only a dream;
To love or to be loved is what it came down to.
Love yourself and be unloved and you'll never pull through.