Why do we always fight for those that wouldn’t care if you drop down dead in a puddle?
Why do we pour our hearts out to those that don’t do the same back?
Why do we smile when that person smiles? The person that laid down with others when it was only supposed to be you?
Why do we love those that don’t love you in the same way as you do?
Why do we suffer in pain when those do something that we knew was going to happen?
Is that the harsh reality of life? Love?
Why do we feel that we can mend our hearts with those that are heartless?
Why haven’t I moved on?
Why do we always end up being a victim of a foolish heart?