Love

Love is sad, and is a waste of time
When it's done, all thats left is a sad, sad, rhyme
I'm called a jerk and I dont know why
she broke up with me, but still, shes the one who will cry
It doesnt make any sense, the persuit of the fair
Who say that their hearts will rip and tear
in the end i just dont look cool
and i end up acting like a fool