I'm depressed when I'm in love because of all the expectations.
The fact I can't profess it all and end the conversation.
I'm sure someone else out there knows the feeling standing, waiting
As questions hang unanswered in the fading good vibrations

So why do we pretend that the start still serves a purpose?
With one search, the skeletons are like Britney's stupid circus.
Where ^&&$ed up #*^* and memories are a yearbook for the masses
And understanding comes and goes as love arrives and passes.

We prolong the difficulty of our own damn situation.
Lying to ourselves to say one day true love will make it.
We put up barricades to stop that *!$@ from ever taking.
The enemy to happiness is not someone else, but hey this

Isn't just a fleeting thing, the problem is endemic.
A &#*$ing epidemic of a suicidal metric
That measures us before we meet, and leaves us slow to perish
While time goes on and truths come out that leave us all embarassed.

So, I hope that someone out there will feel these lyrics' message
That love is real and yet its realization's never merited
Much consideration at the inception of the charge
Toward love, death, and emotions unrequited, still at large.

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