Love shouldn’t be as important as it is right? I mean it’s only a 4 letter word, why does it matter so much? Why do people fight for it? Why can’t people see when it’s unrequited? Why do people look for it in the wrong places? Why is it so easy to fall into but so to climb out of? Why can’t it ever be easy? Why does it always have to be hard? Why does no one ever love me back? Why do I always give my heart to someone only to have it torn up? Why do you love her? She doesn’t love you. Why would you fight for her? She wouldn’t fight for you. Why do you stand up for her? She never stands up for you. Can’t you see? She’ll never give you what you want. She hasn’t been up front with you. Will she ever? I can’t say but likely not. Can’t you see I would stand up for you? That I would fight for you? That I love you? That’s the problem isn’t it? I love you, when you can’t love me. If you can’t love me, then why would you talk to me for hours about the world? Why would hug me and smile everytime we’re together? Why would you be able to cry in my arms? Why would you be willing to listen to me ramble on and on? Why would fall asleep in my arms? If you didn’t love me then why would you do any of that? It’s cruel, for you do that then tell me you don’t love me. Is it selfish of me to want your love? Is it selfish of me to hate her for you loving her? Is it selfish of me to hope that you don’t work out? Is it selfish of me to look for your love towards me when you say it’s not there? It is, isn’t it? I’m selfish, aren’t I? I guess love makes you selfish. I’m drunk off of it, so I must be pretty selfish.