Not love

After a while, it's not called love anymore,
Making me wait on every word,
Making me beg to be part of this world,
This cannot be love anymore.
It cannot be. Love doesn't hurt it's followers,
Nor does it keep them in the dark...
After a while, you're a fool in the rain,
Waiting in the airport terminal for hours on end,
Waiting for each plane to arrive and denying
To yourself that he's not getting off.

After a while, it's masochistic to call it love,
This fucked up dance in which neither you nor I
Can be victorious, can find a way to make it worth our time....
It's not love anymore, and I wonder if it has ever been..
You preoccupied with something else,
Me waiting for you to get close.