Nothing last forever. What makes love so different?

With every great love there's going to be an end. And someone is going to get hurt;it's either me or him.
But with every love that ends;
that just means a new love can begin.

I'm lucky I've got to love this much.
And its not that I'm unlucky because my hearts been broke too.
Because thats just life.

It might be hard to let the one you love go.
But its going to be harder to hang on.
So if you really love them and its really over,
Let it just be over!

Even though i love him with everything i have plus some,
everyday i wake up and look in the mirrior and wonder why he picked me.
out of all the girls out there he picked ME!
and loves ME, the simple face in the mirror.
i guess im just lucky.