love is a suicide…
"Dropped out, burned up, turn my way back from the day." I was contemplating the lyrics of Edwin McCain’s song I’ll Be.
I’m afraid to believe that he’s in a way true. It just seems that when we fall in love, we change consciously or subconsciously for the one we love and yet one way or another still ends up with insurmountable pain.
Love is the slowest form of suicide yet we still hang on to it!
