Is it the love that hurts us?
Or is it the people?
We fight so hard to find our equal
But we fail when we think the ride will be peaceful
When you find one who is a keeper
You think thatβs where the pain stops, but oh it gets deeper
Praying you found one who isnβt a cheater
Hoping you found yourself a dreamer
Someone who will finally be sweeter
One who isnβt eager to hurt you
Eager to flirt and get under her skirt
Is it the love that is βevilβ?
Or is it the people?
When you find the one, they are coming with their own demons
The love might change every season
Some people really want love, a lot of other people be teasing
They are only interested in pleasing, there is no meaning
And they end up leaving⦠sometimes with no legit reason
Is it the love that hurts us?
Or is it the people?
