Love changes

We're idiots holding on to broken pieces
Of what was once real and heartfelt.
Love changes.

We're the idiots not wanting broken bones
To set, not realising it's broken.
Love changes.

We're the idiots fighting for someone dead
Who has turned over in the grave with another.
Love changes.

My love, if I'm an idiot for holding on to you,
Expecting core feelings to be the same,
Expecting that I'd hear those words again,

My love, if I'm an idiot for begging you and
Falling for you even when I know it is a fall,
You're the bigger idiot letting us down.

But you know what, my love?
We still have feelings for the feelings we used to have.
But love changes.