why do we love?
why do we seek love?
why do we not tire?
why do we set fire?

I ask myself questions
I ask myself why
but answers are vague
and still, I don't know why

the answers are maybe
maybe this, and maybe that
maybe love demands to be found
as pain demands to be felt

and so I thought,
maybe pain hasn't demanded yet
maybe people do love because
they love to regret

aren't you hurt enough?
do you need more pain?
or are you not hurt at all?
all you have is gain?

you may think I'm pathetic
no
I'm just hurt

and you'll understand me
once you feel what I felt

and soon you'll ask me
why do I not love

well then I'll answer,
because I was once in loved