In almost every love song it is about people being happily in a relationship, getting over a break-up, dealing with unrequited love. All that stuff.
Mostly, it’s the people who were left, not the people leaving, it seems, who write those songs.
No one sings about how love turns you into a psychological wreck. No one sings about the pressure, the fears. The only time they mention those things is when they admit making a mistake by breaking up.
Well, what if you don’t want to go back, what if you know your decision was the right one to make. But what if you’re left in a mess and no one seems to notice? What if you’ve come to the conclusion that you never want to put your psychological stability (poetically speaking it’s the heart) at risk that way ever again. Nobody sings about that. They’re all saying: “Hey, go out there, live, love, break, die, live again and so on until you’re 90!” Why can’t somebody write a song, that sometimes, it’s just better to love your friends, your family, your cat. Why do you need anyone else? I must say right now I prefer the safe type of love. Not one, where you feel like you’re swaying on a one way rope, no return possible, and on the other side there are hell-hounds barking at you, followed by their spit, with big fireball coming from bellow.
All that stuff.