What is love?
Is it something from above?
Is it something created or something found?
Is it here forever, or does it leave without a sound?
Is it the same for everyone? or is there an endless amount?
I thought I knew love, but does that even count?
How can I know the real from the not?
I thought I had it all, down to the dot.
Here I am, empty, she doesn't even care.
She is happy as can be, this isn't fair.
I gave my all, my heart, my soul,
This really hurts, man its gonna take a toll..