• Would you be the one to hold me?
    Cherish me, and love me?
    Remember me, and hug me?
    Kiss me, and hold my hand in need?
    Or would you be the one to forget me?
    Hate me, and never talk to me?
    Keep away from me, and talk about me?
    Maybe you could do one, or do both?
    Or better yet, love me like never before
    But I suppose it isn't true, love isn't always true
    But why do people still reach for it?
    Do they like their hearts breaking, and crying uncontrobally?
    Or do they just do that, as if some sick, cruel, twisted game?
    They tell you they love you, then before you can blink, they're out of your life
    It is some twisted game, a game I would never play
    But maybe, just maybe, I will for fun
    To know how it feels to be broken, unloved, and not wanted
    But, would anything good come from it?