these arrows fly

landing on whoever it seem to love

and keeps fireing at the ones strongest to stand

but thats just the thing about love

all the right ones seem to miss

and the wrong arrow nocks you down on the first kiss

but when its all over why cant you stand

you get up but now not one arrow can even land



you look at yourself and your cut up

these battle scars never heal but look for everyday when the suns up.

every moment ou cant believe its real

now that your gone i dont even know how i even feel

with these wounds i can barely even stand

but i have to.

we all want to be ready when that perfect arrow lands.



"the wounds heal but it never does, because you're at war with love"- Lupe Fiasco