Why do people fall in love?
It makes no sense when they keep getting hurt
When they can't find the one that makes them feel special
When no one wants to fall for them
I've been in love and the man never knew
Because I was scared to let on.

I know you think I feel jaded at nineteen
The truth is I felt this way when I was thirteen
Every time has ended the same way
No man has ever wanted to be half of we
Not if I'm the other half
They never notice me right in front of them.

I'm not a cynic of love
Love is a beautiful thing
No one can live without it
I'm a cynic for myself
I'm not the girl they want
Not the one they'll fall for
If it all begins with me
No wonder they don't see.

There's a side to love that's dark
A side that hurts
Yet we all run after it like it's in short supply
Why do we do this to ourselves?
Every time I fall I wonder what makes me think
This will turn out any different than last time.
It never ends differently
I don't know why I bother.