Love; a word used so carelessly.

In order to live,
We must always have someone holding our hearts...
Or maybe just our fancy.
Afterall what is the meaning of life without a body to hold?
There is no such thing as finding happiness without infatuation,
Which is often confused with love.
God knows we can't function by ourselves.
And the thought of rejection is absolutely terrifying.

Rejection will come almost always.
Leaving us feeling worthless.
Just one person ruining our whole aspect on a million.
How could he say no?
It isn't fair.
No dear it isn't,
We all know you were perfect for eachother.
He's sure missing out now.

Once we find somebody that actually gives a shit about us,
We dig our nails in deep.
Trying to never let go.
Is he the one?
Will she leave me?
The latter is most likely.
But don't pay attention to it.
I'm sure it'll be different this time, doll.

Of course it doesn't though.
We're left lonely, and gutted.
We'll blame it on our ex lover.
But in the end it's our fault,
We're all victims of falling in false fatuation.