Love is Hard

I break myself.
I hurt myself.
I am the criminal.

I'm searchingthrough my mind's database
for some sign of intelligent life,
but I'm all I have.

In the end you're always alone.
Why reach out?
Why touch?
Why feel?
I prepare for the end.
Being alone is easy,
Love is Hard.

I forget you.
I leave you.
I am the unattached.

I'm running down my past lovers,
asking them why did they leave,
but they won't answer me.

In the end you're always alone.
Why love?
Why dream?
Why hope?
I am ready for it to end.
Being alone is easy,
Love is hard.