They always said having a big heart was good I beg to differ
It's terrible
Feelings happen faster Pain hurts more And dead love lasts longer
I am a hopeless romantic And I am ashamed to admit it While others admit they are too They really don't understand
It's not longing love, it's obsessing over it It's not feeling sad, it's feeling desperate
For someone who idealizes love above else, a hopeless romantic is willing to lower all their standards for a taste
Ask a friend if they have a type, a hopeless romantic won't They've been alone for so long, that just the sight of love would be enough
And it's not something they can control, I fight it everyday I have dreams of going to the stars I have worries, homework, hobbies. I have so many other things in my life
But yet every waking moment of my existence I think of it It clouds every other motive in my life, lowering my ambitions and killing my happiness
Love is not what it used to be It's a crutch A disease And I hate it