I wish that love was easy
If only it was just a game
But it’s not that, you see
You’ll never be the same
You can sweat and cry
You can try, try, and try
But romance is devious
Crippling sadness, insidious
It was never that simple
Your mind is a temple
And romance breaks it down
It leaves you feeling like a clown
What’s the point, you ask
I ask myself the same question
Romance is a momentous task
And a rather lofty decision
But while you’re laying on your deathbed
And you’re thinking about the entire past
You will regret the things you never said
And then you will breathe your last
