Beginning Notes: What do I possibly know about Love? Enough to write this.

(v1)

Love can be used,

Love can be abused.

Love is a gift,

And it is a tool.

Love can be misused,

Love can be badly bruised

(chorus)

I am sick of this,

Love brings nothing but grief.

My heart is broken,

Sliced by the knife of grief.

Love is hurt,

And hurt is agony,

And agony is just another memory,

Moving back to love.

(v2)

Love is strife,

Love is life.

Love is a feeling,

And a healing.

Love can bring death,

Love can also bring forth new breath.

(chorus)

I am sick of this,

Love brings nothing but grief.

My heart is broken,

Sliced by the knife of grief.

Love is hurt,

And hurt is agony,

And agony is just another memory,

Moving back to love.

(bridge)

Is love something to cherish?

Or is it just to be tossed into the trash?

Should I love,

Or should I debate,

Wither love is great?

Love

Love

It's a terrible and wonderful thing,

And yet it always stings

Love is great,

Love brings hate.

Love brings death

But love also brings forth new breath

Into this world,

Love was meant for the world.

Love.

(love… love… love…)

(chorus)

I am sick of this,

Love brings nothing but grief.

My heart is broken,

Sliced by the knife of grief.

Love is hurt,

And hurt is agony,

And agony is just another memory,

Moving back to love.

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