What's the point?
The point to falling in love?
Things never go smoothly
They never end up happily

There's always something to fight about
Something the other doesn't see
A bothersome quality that haunts you
And you don't know what to say, to do

When it's brought up, an argument arises
All the things that were never said
Now thrown completely in the open
The blow just can't be softened

I hate what we've become
Reduced to written messages
Instead of face-to-face

Always having to ask to suprise you
You bring that up like I have a choice
That's not me, it's all you
What the hell am I supposed to do?