Love is a just a four letter word.
It could mean nothing more than dirt in a field to some.
don't we all wish we were young?
don't we all wish we were loved??
asking myself these questions won't ever answer the things I really need to know.
but knowing not to ask others these questions is what I do know.
taking the chance of me doing this is what i fear the most.
all these answers aren't always what i want to hear.
can somebody be a bad person for wanting something so bad?
lust is just the feeling inside wanting to come outside.
how my feelings come out only relies on my actions.
But how can i express my actions when all i hear are questions?
Love is just here to hurt you.
