you put me through hell and told me it's normal said people have to fight hard for love
I normalized the yelling, the wild antics, the red flags I washed green for you
You said love is a battle and we're fighting the world for our spot
I thought this was normal until I met someone new
That showed me love doesn't have to be so hard
Now I'm questioning everything I once thought I knew. Is it too easy? Is this how love should feel?
The butterflies, the late night phone calls, the feelings of missing someone?













