• Love

    Something light, yeah, right
    Something good,well, it could
    Love is dark, it creates no spark
    A euphoric mess, a little more a little less

    Happiness is false, a stupid valse
    It's more of a curse, there is nothing worse
    Nothing better, but your face gets wetter
    It's a crying shame, it's all the same

    What you are going through is nothing new
    In fact, some might say it's just an act
    Love created these scars, it's so bizare
    I still have these feelings, but the scars keep healing.