Where does love go when it dies?
Is it always doomed to wither up and dry?
Is a heart really built just to break?
Are we destined to be alone for all our days?
Is love gentle, is love kind?
If it is, then why do we lie?
Can a bandage patch up a leaking heart?
Can we mend all the pieces that fall apart?
They say love is pure, it can't be true!
No! Not when it's so easily torn in two.
I hate to say it but I've lost faith,
One more time it has gone to waste.