Love...is strange.

If love is an action
Just a choice we make
What does that mean?
That our feelings are faked?
I could love the whole world
In a theoretical way
But that's not so special
It's kind of empty

For twenty years I've tried
And prayed when you would not
I loved who I wanted you to be
And look where that got us
To a place where all we have
Between us is obligation
A series of let downs
Over what we'll never have now

Love was who I thought you were
In this case an illusion
Our hearts never shared a beat
Even when we were in the same room
I thought I was supposed to feel love
So I said it, but I could not
I guess there's no point in pretending
It is what it is
Might as well let it go.