Murderer Of Love

At some point we say
We’re done, it’s over,
we’re through

Hearts break, Hearts crack
There is nothing we
Can do

We live with pain and sorrow
And regret in
Everyday

They say they love you
Is that true
Can it be

We may never know
The real mystery
Of love

At some point you
Break it off

You are now considered
A murderer
Of love





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