The problem with loving, is getting hurt.
One way or another.

We were unfortunate enough to be born,
To love, and therefore, hurt.

There is no way out, fool.
You're living to die.
If you're lucky, you get to pick.

At the end of the day, there isn't a point.
There never has been to begin with.

It's like playing chess with the computer,
thinking you've got a rat's ass chance of winning when in actual fact, you don't.
If the computer could laugh, it would.
Someone's laughing at you right now.
Because you think that something good will come out of your feelings.

Well shithead,
it won't.

Give up now-