what is love?
it is pain and pleasure
pain when they don't love or care about you and pleasure when they do
it's can be the most wonderful thing but also most destrusive
today it has made me cry, too weak to care about myself
if i could wish apon a star i'd wish she loved or at least cared about me
if i coould remove my heart i would
put it in a bottle and toss it in the ocean
never to love again, never to get hurt, never made to cry again
never to be lied to again..

alll i can think about when i look back is menories of her
if i could throw those menories away to stop the hurting i would
now i walk alone, scared to love again
so many times have i been hurt, she lied to me, broke my heart
one way or another i will try to forget you
forget the pain you cause me..

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Valnuary, in the year 229 AF.