in a wrong generation...

in a world where love feels so fragile, as though it can break with just one wrong word, even sometimes it's trying to break itself and all i could ever do is watch it break... slowly... in a world where love feels so scarce, where i could lose it without even a reason, where i could just wake up one day and it's just gone, as though everything you've done just to have it is for nothing, yet i still cling to it, like it's the only branch on the tree, hoping that it wouldn't break no matter what i do to it.