That’s just the way it is, I guess
First attraction, get attached, fall in love,
Feels fine at first, no real stress
But all good things must come to an end.
Love, why do we hold it sacred?
At the start it feels so precious,
Full of wonder, sparkling eyes,
But it’s not going to last forever.
And at the end, the pain is fierce
Which is nothing, as you’ll soon see
It will plague and disease, clawing, tearing
But not to worry, for love will come again
Oh, look, what is it I behold
Nothing but falling in love once more
Ah, but search the mind, the recollect
No trace of the pain endured last time ’round
Is it masochism? I ask myself that
For at the finish of the next bout
The pain returns, compounds, bites harder
I need answer: Why does hurt black out all else?
Everlasting love? Bah, nonexistent
Some may think it’s true, though.
A few are sincerely devout dreamers.
How are we to know what happens, when life finally ceases?
Is it suicide run or search for demise,
Simply entertainment, a quest for fun
Or is it needed, truly essential, in order to live?
If it comes to that, well, what can I say?
I’ll enjoy the good times,
Though I know they’re gonna end.
Love will, again, return sometime
But I’ll play the game; not break, just bend
And all the while
Through all the pain
I’ll hang on, looking forward
To when love comes ’round again.
For when all pain disappears,
There is nothing else, ever.
Wha'cha think?