love, what is that. it's a word spelt L-O-V-E. something I give out so freely. but in return I'm still so empty. like a rose oh how pretty, pick it up and get pricked and start bleeding. watch it drip down to the ground, can you see the sound of my screaming.
shove it down deep down so no one can ever see. So when you say it like a story no one will believe. but that's ok, no one even cared to stay anyways. it's just another day pacing by with a blank face.