Love is for the hoping,
With no thought of where it's going,
No idea where it's leading,
It's just to stop you bleeding.
Love is for the blind,
People with no idea what it's like to cry,
Haven't yet been burned,
In loves flame not yet been hurt.
Love is for the weak,
The ones who haven't seen,
Love is just an illusion,
Causes so much false hope and confusion.
Love is for the torn,
With no strength to carry on,
People who believe in magic,
They don't know that love ends tragic.
I guess that love's for me,
I suppose that makes me weak,
I guess I might as well be dead,
If this is all that lies ahead. |
