Why

Why do we torture ourselves,
With this thing called love,
Why do we let is hurt us,
When it hurts us so much?

Why do we put ourselves through it,
When in the end it makes us cry?
Why do we let ourselves fall,
When all they do is say good bye?

Why do we keep believing,
That true love does exist?
Why do we waste a lifetime,
In search of that perfect kiss?

Why do we hold on tightly,
To that tiny bit of hope,
Grasping with just our fingertips,
The end of that dangling rope?

What is it that binds us,
To this quest on finding "the one" ?
What keeps us going down this winding road,
In search of this non existing true love?

Why cant we all be stronger,
Block it out of our lives for good?
Why cant we just control it,
So we could make things work like they should?


Why do I sit here crying,
Over the one who swore his love?
When all it was, was a lie,
Followed by a final shove.