They say that love is blind.
Love ripped out my eyes.
It came and devoured my soul.
Then left me out on a cold floor.
Leaving me trying to pick up the pieces.
They say love is in the heart.
Love come and cut out mine.
Left it bleeding within my soul.
Left it still beating in solitude.
Pulsing alone within the pain.
They say that love hurts.
Love has loved me too much.
With each red hot needle in my skin.
With each well aimed kick.
Love has shown me my own place in hell.
Love ripped out my eyes.
It came and devoured my soul.
Then left me out on a cold floor.
Leaving me trying to pick up the pieces.
They say love is in the heart.
Love come and cut out mine.
Left it bleeding within my soul.
Left it still beating in solitude.
Pulsing alone within the pain.
They say that love hurts.
Love has loved me too much.
With each red hot needle in my skin.
With each well aimed kick.
Love has shown me my own place in hell.
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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