Why Does Love Exist?
I don't believe in magic, and I don't believe your words
I don't believe in Love, I find the idea quite absurd
I don't believe your lies... it's hard to believe the truth
I haven't believed in myself so it's hard to believe in you
Oh... but the things I don't allow myself to feel
The emotions and the warmth I've put aside
Perhaps I have collected another me...
and maybe It's time for them to decide
I want to believe in these butterflies...
and I want to believe in you
I want to believe in my heart's cries
but I don't know what to do
Love is silly... it serves no purpose at all...
yes it is the glue... to me and you
but it's also a wall
It's unlogical... an obstacle...
Why does it exist?
If all the love were to just vanish... how could love be missed?