LovennA thing that's often said by the ones who need to hear it the most.n(oh no)nNownDon't think I like it here.nThere's busy sidewalks fully void of conversations.nHow did we end up like this?nIt wasn't long ago we traded more than glances.nFear instilled in what we read; the Daily Post and Evening News provide romances.nnCan it last?nDon't you think we should believe real love is permanent?nnAll people are lonely here.nShe sits in solitude and starts to wonder why.n(oh my)nShe doesn't stand up right herenRemove the speakers from her ears and start to sing:nnCan it last?nDon't you think we should believe?nReal Love Is Permanent.nnIt never hurts until it ends.nnWe're the ones who couldn't save lost in the ocean;nTouching oblivion, but still not getting high.nDid you want to talk awhile?nYou said, No, man;nThe masquerade is getting harder to survive.