What Love Is

.And there she is, with her suitcase, walking away from me
.She doesn't looked at me, even for a second
.She just, turned her back and left

.And there I am, with all the shards. Crying about everything that we could be
.I don't believe in love, anymore. 'Cause I know it doesn't exist
.I'm just, turn my back to the love

.And there we are, fighting our feelings
?Geez, why this thing called love is so complicated
?Why is everything ought to be like that
?Is god punishing me? punishing her
?Is the life saying to me I should stop loving

.And I'm here, still. With myself, trying to understand what love is