Why is it when asked about love, our answers are never sweet?
Never stories of stolen kisses? Or intense and passionate heat?
No, our stories are always sorrowful, stories of such pain.
Complaints of the things we did, and warnings of 'never again'?

Every kiss we shared was so desperate,
‘cause we knew it could be our last
Every moment together,
Well now they’re just in the past.

But with him,
You kiss like you’ve got forever
Spend time like…
It’s ending never

You love him
Like you never even looked at me
and you look at him
Like he’s all you see

Hundreds of days, and countless knives,
I've lived many different lives,
sometimes I want riches, sometimes I want fame,
but in this life, all I want, is someone who feels the same.

I don't want you to fight my battles,
just to help me steady my sword,
and when my voice, begins to break,
teach me to roar in the face of the horde.

And that's just it, isn't it?
There is no second love, to make this go away.
There's just the pain,
From knowing you couldn't stay.
Oh dear first love,
What else can I say?

Why do I write, what won't be read?
Why do I live, when I wish I was dead?
What is the point, in sitting here playing?
Why care about people, when they insist on not staying?

Maybe because, I don't have a choice,
and when speaking in person, I lose my voice.

It's been over a year since I made you smile
and I won't do it again, for a long while
We never could promise that forever
but I'm starting to think it'll happen never.
And so I just sit here, hating love
because of the girl, I'm writing of