my heart, broke again
my life, never the same
the feelings, the curse of me
love is a gift, that shouldnt be
lets wonder, marvel at the joy
nothing lasts forever, not life, girl or boy
we have the power, we hold the flame
we kindle your fire, we are to blame
we live to love, and some love to live
but we all need that someone to be with
we hold your heart, we keep it whole
but sooner or later, we'll shatter your soul
nobody is perfect, we all have our flaws
but those evil little lies, rip your heart is claws
when its done its done, you feel that loss
after a while, you couldnt give a toss
you fel the heat, the anger/sorrow inside
but 'everything happens for a reason' so time we bide
we live our life, in the pain we dwell
we permiy our selfs to the tormenting hell
we know the truth, but we never listen to it
but without a doubt, it opens with a hit
it churns your stomach, its hard to say
we all hate it when our 'love' goes away
but how is love made? why do we get love?
why isnt it as beautiful as the represnted dove?
sometimes its true, it lasts forever, of life and time
but it all usually ends, thats the worst crime.
the sense of happiness, the gift of well being
simply shattered, when our 'love' goes a fleeing
but what am i to say? im just the same
a pawn in lifes twisted love game
like the rest, i feel the pain
like the rest, i wish to be slain
we lose ove, but why our life?
we coped before, so why after do we strife?
pick up your lip, we all must do
we are going, we still may find love thats true
life isnt agianst you, i leanrt the hard way
no matter what, friends and family are here each day
i know its not the same, we need that special 'one'
keep spirits high, i promise it wont be long
you will find what your truely seek
life is long, so it maybe not be this week
but sooner or later, our true love wil appear
keep in faith, it may be sooner and near
heres a tissue, wipe your eye
broken hearts hurt, but please. dont cry |
