In order to love, you have to be dedicated

You can’t go into love and just try to fake it

About it, people ought to be educated

because the definition of love is dedication

That seems to be missing in people’s existence

I’m sick of thinking about love in the past tense

I wouldn’t have chosen this word in this instance

if those I loved would have loved me back with some consistence

I hit the ground and I get back up again

Did they throw me out? I think I lost another friend

I sit in my room and ask why’d it have to end?

It keeps me up at night that I keep seeing this trend

I recommend things to myself as I begin to amend

the hole left by them, even as I start to descend

You see my mind is bent, but I didn’t bend it

The one that I thought I loved was the one who did it

There’s still some hope, though, 

my parents are here

They love me even though

they can’t get out of my hair

Even that’s not enough though

because I’m painfully aware

that even though they are there,

my heart doesn’t seem to repair

The love that I need

is hard to find, you see?

It doesn’t come unconditionally

It’s from someone who wants to be

with me and next to me

and love me because I’m me

I want them in my life entirely

but they’re gone instantaneously

The problem is people’s loyalty

Not mine, but that of the people that I meet

They take my love and give me cruelty

I feel betrayed, so I can’t just say c’est la vie

Love’s a powerful thing, 

it has a lot of meaning

Even though I’m losing 

I still can’t stop clinging

to what I’ve been wanting,

but nobody’s responding

I still feel like I’m falling 

I keep going and going

The feeling’s like drowning

Down and down, spiraling

until I hit the ground

Then I get back up again

and do it all over again