Why Do I Do This

Why do I do this to myself,
I'm like an elf trying to take something from the top shelf,
I know perfectly well I won't reach,
But I keep trying so enough of that speech,
Love is such a beautiful thing they say,
No roads around me, prolly why it hasn't come my way,
The girls I meet are made of stone, they show no emotion,
Maybe I should make my own, professor utonium with a weird concoction,
Why to myself do I do this,
Trying to get knowledge on love but ignorance is bliss,
The ones that are mean to you over backwards for them you bend,
Love is evol, or should I just say evil in the end,