What makes love so?

I ask this to myself, to let me know

Is it because thinking about her makes me happy?

Is it because thinking about her makes me sad too?

Why is this so hard to choose?

Why do I love her?

Is because ever time I see her she takes my breath away?

Or is it even because she stole my heart anyway?

Why do I love her?

What makes love so?

Why is her face so deep in my mind?

And why does it makes me happy all the time?

What makes love so?

Why don't I know?

What makes love so?

I know I can't tell you because I don't know

Wait! I think I know a little

I know that she gets on my nerves all the time

I know that she always making me change my mind

I know that she always pouting when she's upset

or even when she smoking her cigarettes

I find it cute

I find her cute

Ugh she so deep in my roots

I love her

I laugh to myself, "Why is that?"

Because she makes the darkness go away

She makes me want to stay

I'm in love with her

But I can't have her

I can never have her

And I think I don't ever to love

Because this is painful

I'm so sorry

What makes love so?