šŸŽµšŸŽµ Love Songs

Verse 1)
Radio waves are full of static noise
Heartbreak anthems for the girls and boys
Algorithms pushing fleeting, surface things
Nobody’s talking ’bout the joy love brings


(Chorus)
Do people write love songs anymore?
‘Bout whispered promises and opening doors?
Do people fall in love anymore, it seems
Just fleeting glances, shattered hopes and broken dreams
Do people still believe in love, that’s true and deep?
Or is it just a fairytale we long to keep?
Well, I do, I do, even after all I’ve seen
I still believe in love, a vibrant, hopeful green.


(Verse 2)
Scrolling through the faces, a digital haze
Lost connections in a modern maze
Everyone’s searching for a perfect fit
Ignoring the fire that love can truly lit


(Chorus)
Do people write love songs anymore?
‘Bout whispered promises and opening doors?
Do people fall in love anymore, it seems
Just fleeting glances, shattered hopes and broken dreams
Do people still believe in love, that’s true and deep?
Or is it just a fairytale we long to keep?
Well, I do, I do, even after all I’ve seen
I still believe in love, a vibrant, hopeful green.


(Bridge)
Maybe I’m a dreamer, a romantic fool
Clinging to a principle, breaking all the rules
But I refuse to settle for a love that’s tame
I’m waiting for the wildfire, whispering my name


(Chorus)
Do people write love songs anymore?
‘Bout whispered promises and opening doors?
Do people fall in love anymore, it seems
Just fleeting glances, shattered hopes and broken dreams
Do people still believe in love, that’s true and deep?
Or is it just a fairytale we long to keep?
Well, I do, I do, even after all I’ve seen
I still believe in love, a vibrant, hopeful green.


(Outro)
Yeah, I do, I do
I still believe in love, it’s true
I still believe in love, for me and you.

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