I Wonder
Often, I wonder what God has planned for me.
Is it to live each day with heartache, or pain and misery?
If love is supposed to be the greatest thing of all time,
why does it hurt so bad; when can I call it mine?
Why does it hurt so bad when I fall in love?
Could someone please explain.
Am I doomed to walk this earth alone?
Will this emptiness remain?
I think love is more an ideal,
something we will never really know.
It's just something we put our faith in,
in hopes that it might grow.
Why does love feel so bad
when it's supposed to feel so good?
Am I the only one who feels this way?
Am I the only one who should?
Well, whatever love is, I hate it.
It's not working right for me,
for whenever I "love," I get hurt, then I'm lonely.
That's not what I want to be.
So, this line is what I leave you with:
On love I think I'll pass,
because all love has done is hurt me,
so I have placed it in my past.