Lord, None of This Makes Any Sense

But it’s not love’s fault. Love is not choosy, it falls where it may. But is it love’s fault when it decides not to stay? It’s funny. You don’t invite it, but it comes in its own time. You might say it has its own mind. Love, why do you play games with my sanity? Love sometimes makes it hard for me to see. Sometimes I wish you never came. Then it would not be necessary to play this game. Reflecting on what used to be ,how great and wonderful it was just you and me. But reality has set in, for this is a game I might not win.