Boys they come and they go,
It’s always painful when they go,
Another enters when he leaves,
That one might also go.
Never surprised when a boy breaks my heart,
Never surprised when a boy makes me cry,
I wonder when he’ll break my heart,
I wonder when he’ll make me cry,
My poor heart.
I say, “I’m never giving another guy a chance,”
I say, “I’m never falling in love again,”
Yet I never learn and I give another a chance,
I fall in love again,
I keep hurting every time I give a chance.
I wonder would life be better without love?
I wonder would life be better if I truly stopped loving so I wouldn’t feel pain?
Would I give up on love if I knew that I’ll always find goodbye love?
Would I give up on love if I knew that it would always bring me pain?
I guess part of me keeps hoping to find a good love.