i think i love you, i think i'm mad.

why can't love be like when you were a kid and put your finger on the hot stove and you burned your finger so next time you knew better than to do it again? why, if i know that i'm gonna get hurt and have been hurt by you numerous times, don't i stop? why can't shit be as simple as putting my finger through flames and be smart enough not to do it the next time?