What Is Love...

It's not even mid-life yet but I think I'm facing a crisis.And it's something that's almost entirely against my nature and my ultimate belief.It's eating me up and ripping me apart piece by piece.Truth is,I've grown skeptical of love.It's not so much the media's fault in falsely portraying how love should be defined,rather it's just me being my stupid self and always thinking too much.The countless 'what ifs' that comes with each step made.I'm scared of everything that comes along with love.The hooking up, the rejection,the break up and even being in love itself.I used to think that love is the answer to life itself but now I find myself doubting it.

So what if I'm in love?So what if I'm with someone I love?So what?

Is it just for the fuzzy feeling you get when you're with your loved one?Is it just for the warmth of holding hands with your loved one?Is it just for the hugs and kisses reserved solely for you?Is it just for the calming effect of knowing that someone has your back in times of troubles?Is it just for the joy you feel knowing that you will always have the special attention of your loved one?Is it just for the desire to fill your otherwise empty feeling?Is it just to quench the worry that you are not 'marketable' enough?Is it just for the medicine to numb your fear of dying alone?

Well,if you're looking for the answer then I'm very sorry to disappoint you because I don't have the answer.I'm still looking for it,constantly but for now I'm taking a break.I'm going to let love find me instead,if it ever will.It wouldn't take very long though for me to grow impatient and start taking matters into my own hands but we'll see how it goes.It seems that 'so what?' goes very well with 'what if' in my dictionary.


So just what is love?


Crazy, maybe?
If I fall asleep someday

And I never want to be the one to fall
To make you fall away
But you keep on pressuring me, pressuring me
And bring me down
But I don't know when to stop

What is love, what is love
She's been searching for rainbows
What is love
I go wherever the wind blows
What is love
Someone I can talk to every night
Someone I can talk to every night

The city, party
Taxi, I'm leaving

And I never want to be the one to fall
To make you fall away
But you keep on pressuring me, pressuring me
And bring me down
But I don't know when to stop

What is love, what is love
She's been searching for rainbows
What is love
I go wherever the wind blows
What is love
Someone I can talk to every night
Someone I can talk to every night

Do you feel me love?
Would you feel me love?
If the pressure makes us dissolve
Do you feel me love?
Would you feel me love?
If the pressure makes us dissolve

Because it's you, you, you
You fit me perfectly
It's always me, me, me
Cast into the sea
If we can see this through
In perfect summary
It was love

What is love, what is love
She's been searching for rainbows
What is love
I go wherever the wind blows
What is love
Someone I can talk to every night
Someone I can talk to every night

What is love, what is love
She's been searching for rainbows
What is love
I go wherever the wind blows
What is love
Someone I can talk to every night
Someone I can talk to every night
Someone I can talk to every night
Someone I can talk to every night
What is love


What Is Love by Rookie Of The Year.