Love isn't great,
love is worse.
Love is everything that hurts.
When you lie awake,
it cuts you deep.
Still it slices as you sleep.
With heartache pain,
you cry at night.
Cry of sorrow, and of fright.
You've lost your way,
you've lost your soul.
You've lost the thing that makes you whole.
And years later,
still you'll cry.
Still you'll feel as if you'll die.
But be thankful
for what you had,
even though it hurt so bad.
Through all the pain
that you feel,
at least you know that it was real.
love is worse.
Love is everything that hurts.
When you lie awake,
it cuts you deep.
Still it slices as you sleep.
With heartache pain,
you cry at night.
Cry of sorrow, and of fright.
You've lost your way,
you've lost your soul.
You've lost the thing that makes you whole.
And years later,
still you'll cry.
Still you'll feel as if you'll die.
But be thankful
for what you had,
even though it hurt so bad.
Through all the pain
that you feel,
at least you know that it was real.
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