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I WROTE THIS FOR FIFTYTWO STORIES I AM AS HAPPY AS THE LITTLE KID ON THE SWING RIGHT NOW.
What do you live for?
Me, I live for love. I’m the guy that wakes up an extra hour early just so I can ensure that my hair is perfect during the entire time in school. Got to look my best to impress the chicks, you know? I don’t really care about getting a degree or any of that. No, all I want is to find someone I can hug, kiss, make love and sing to for the rest of my life. No, I haven’t found that girl yet. I have had a girlfriend once, but she turned fat. I had to lie to her that I was turning gay and we had to part. I can’t marry a fat girl. My quest to find the right person to marry is an arduous one. Firstly, I’m not good looking. I blame my dad for that, he looks like a horse. Secondly, I have a heart that is as fickle as a woman’s mood. A cute girl walks past and I am constantly thinking about her all the time. I’ll then probably forget about her and get unraveled in the fantasy of the next semi-attractive girl that struts by. All I need is just for one of these decent looking girls to realize that I’m the perfect guy for them and we’ll both shine together throughout the rainy weather.
I ask myself, what is love? For gazillions of years, dinosaurs and kings and queens and everyone else who had ever fallen in love have tried to answer this question. My friends say that when you love someone you’ll just instantly know, and so on. I’m not trying to be rude, but my friends are idiots. They make love sound like some magical phenomenon that makes all of your problems disappear, that you’ll be the one who would whisk the other one away out of this cold lonely heart of a world and you’ll be happy forever more. A child could see through that ruse. That isn’t love, that’s escapism. It’s fantasy. That sort of love happens when you’re tired of life and you want to go into a world where nothing bad happens, and that’s what the other lover tries to provide, a mirage of that. Some famous man once said when fantasies hit reality, it goes down hard. Since that man is famous, he must be right.
If I disbelieve in it’s magic, then why do I live for love? I dont know. Maybe it’s because I want someone to remind me that reality is just as perfect as the fantasy that everyone believes in. That there will be someone to remind me that life as it is, is not so bad after all. So let me ask once more, what do you live for?
We all live for love.
Hey, what would you say if I stayed?
Stayed for a while, if I may.
Say it again and I’ll come around,
But not for the last time…
Hey, what would you say if I changed?
I’ll change everything but my name.
Play it again and I’ll come around,
But not for the last time.
Stayed for a while, if I may.
Say it again and I’ll come around,
But not for the last time…
Hey, what would you say if I changed?
I’ll change everything but my name.
Play it again and I’ll come around,
But not for the last time.
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Yet more lyrics I wish were written TO me. This is my favourite part of the song. Hey - Chilis. |
