Why does love hurt so much?...Why do we suffer so much?...Why is my heart torn in two?...Why don't I know what to do?...It hurts so much, I think I might cry...I feel as if I'm starting to die...Why Lord?! Why?!...Why does it hurt so much?!...
Why?! Why?! Why?! It's not fair for something that can be so beautiful to hurt this bad...Like a beautiful rose, we don't see the thorns until it's too late...We've been torn and cut and we're left to bleed...Love, like a rose, seems to be "look, but don't touch." To be in a garden of roses is truly a beautiful sight, but one little stumble or fall and you wish you had never seen their beauty.
One rose is white. The other is red. Their beauty will never escape my head. Why is it so hard? Why do I have to choose? My friends just try to tell me, "You've got nothing to lose!" "But I do!," I said. "They're trapped in my head, and there's nothing that I can do!" |