What’s the point in making up If we just end up breaking up? Tell me, do you believe in love? If you know what it is, then say it— Do you feel it, or just fake it? I’m not talking ‘bout Selfish games, no trust— One-sided, toxic lust. When you know, you know, And you wonder how you lived before. Like the moment stops in time, And nothing else is real no more. Do you know how that feels? Have you ever really been in love? It’s that quiet kind of knowing, No need to talk, you feel it growing. When the space between don’t feel like distance, When their soul just makes a difference.
