Love

by bleed_me_slow   Apr 22, 2005


There's something that will make you itch.
Make you squirm make you twitch.
Something that you will always fear.
After heartbreak it's always here.

It starts off kind it starts off great.
But down the road you start to hate.
That four letter word with all the meaning.
When your heart is broken you see everything clearly.

It doesn't mean anything to most its just a game.
And like blind hopeful idiots we go to play.
Because we all want to feel loved and wanted.
But shes more interested in what she's got and how to flaunt it.

Watch how fast everything you thought she was will change.
Suddenly she won't want you anymore, she won't feel the same.
Its all a game we don't want to play.
But people do knowing that it will end some day.

Love is a disease that eats you alive.
Tears out your heart and makes you want to die.
Something so wrong that feels so right.
Something to turn your world to a permanent night.

My definition of love is simply this.
A wonderful feeling i will forever miss.

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