what love is "really" about.
We try so hard looking for something we all know falls appart. Always loose a friend, often shed a tear, it all comes to an end and that's our biggest fear. I bet we all have wondered once what love is really about, but however we keep searching for it, we cry, we kiss, we shout. So tell me, darling, why are we, oh, so dumb as to wish impossible things and sing a lousy song? We'd rather suffer together than live happily alone. I've loved so many faces my heart's become of stone. I've heard from voices of all kinds what love is "really"about, but however I keep running from it... I cry, I'll die, I'm out. M.Z 13/06/12