Is it LOVE or is it WAR?
Love is a battlefield.
I need something to save me.
A sword or a shield.
How come there's no help when you need it?
I'm alone over here.
Should I move on or stay put and sit?
Love is like war.
It is miserable.
Though you can't help but want more.
I hate all the things that we go through.
The irritate me to an extreme.
Yet I stick around like glue.
I feel loss but mostly pain.
Half my heart is torn out of my chest.
It would feel better to be alone in the rain.
I drench myself in sweat trying.
But it does nothing.
I'm merely dying.
I need something to save me.
A sword or a shield.
How come there's no help when you need it?
I'm alone over here.
Should I move on or stay put and sit?
Love is like war.
It is miserable.
Though you can't help but want more.
I hate all the things that we go through.
The irritate me to an extreme.
Yet I stick around like glue.
I feel loss but mostly pain.
Half my heart is torn out of my chest.
It would feel better to be alone in the rain.
I drench myself in sweat trying.
But it does nothing.
I'm merely dying.