There's got to be a better way,
Wrought with less pain and mistakes;
A way to know if love is really real.
How do other people know,
Without leaving some heart in the cold,
Without having their own heart broken in two?
I wish that I had known like them;
I wish that I had known before I said
I loved you.
*Now everything is turned around,
Upside right is upside down,
And sanity is crazy like,
Sanity is crazy like,
Sanity is crazy like it
Wasn't crazy before.*
There's got to be a better way,
One that saves our hearts from pain,
A way to know what love really is.
How did our parents know,
Without getting broken so;
Without breaking some poor child's heart?
I wish that I had known like them;
I wish that I had known, my friend,
Before I made us just to break us apart.
How do you know?
How do you know?
There's got to be a way to know
Love
Without breaking someone's heart.
* * Can't decide if I want to keep this part... it's weird. :P :/