VietXChina
You must understand
That the touch of your hand
Makes my pulse react
That it's only the thrill
Of boy meeting girl
Opposites attract
It's physical
Only logical You must try to ignore
That it means more than that
Oh whats love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart
When a heart can be broken
Vietnam couldn't take the pain anymore. She loved him... So damn much. But all she did was get hurt when she was with him. She hated seeing him with HIM... Russia. With HER love! With China! Just thinking about it made her want to cry. And she did. The tears came quickly and poured from her eyes. Shining like drops of silver, they slid down her cheeks. She hated seeing them together. She felt like she should just gorge her eyes out just so she wouldn't have to see them.
But then she could still hear them. The sounds they made when together sickened her to no end. SHE wanted to be the one making him sound like that. And him to her, in return. SHE wanted to be the one to cause him pleasure. NOT Russia. For all she cared, Russia could "become one" with himself! Weird ass communist... But China was better. He was Vietnam's role model. Her hero. Her everything. Her entire world.
But he didn't care. All he cared about was Russia. Not her.
It may seem to you
That i'm acting confused
When you're close to me
If i tend to look dazed
I've read it someplace
I've got cause to be
There's a name for it
There's a phrase that fits
But whatever the reason
You do it for me
Oh whats love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart
When a heart can be broken
All she wanted was for China to be happy. But not with Russia. With HER. Selfish, you say? Why, yes. Yes it is selfish. Vietnam knew that. It was all she had ever known. She had been selfish when she was growing up and when the other Asian countries came along, she wanted China to herself. China was the one that spoiled her. She can't help being that way. China built her up only to break her down. He would give and take, give and take. And, frankly, Viet was tired of it. She was going to stand up to him. Once and for all.
She had said that so many times.
So many damn times. But she just couldn't. Whenever he looked at her, smiled and said, "What is it, Viet-aru?" she just melted. She couldn't go against him, even if she desparately wanted to.
I`ve been thinking of a new direction But i have to say I`ve been thinking about my own protection It scares me to feel this way
What`s love got to do, got to do with it What`s love but a sweet old fashioned notion What`s love got to do, got to do with it
Still, to this day, Vietnam asks herself:
Who needs a heart when a heart when a heart can be broken?