what would you do for love
if you knew it would mess you up
what would you do for a second chance
a second dance at prom
with the person of your dreams
love isn’t real
but others will tell you otherwise
some see loyalty and trust
some see bitter and twisted white lies
what would you do to not be alone
does being alone **** your soul
what would you do to get back time
would you continue living behind
would you backtrack your life in fact
would you believe that
people aren’t bad
what would you do if you were someone new
what would you do if it all worked out
what would you do if things went well up until now
love is a lie
it’s fabricated and sewed up with pain
internal organs being ripped away
from out your body
it’s a fractured heart
broken like an expensive piece of china
it’s your persona feeling like diamond
but turning into the soil in which you step on
it’s reaching for the highest cloud that you can see
but still setting your standards lower
love hurts like a scab you picked
the pain is direct and descriptive
like an adjective
or the lie of the life you live
it’s wanting a life but not being given one
it’s saying you’re stranded and want love
but still stranded cause you’re not enough
it’s not what you would do for love
but rather what would love do for you