You wear my heart upon your sleeve...
I hate it, but that’s how it has to be...
I loved you and you needed me...
Other’s have tried to steal me away...
With you my heart will alway’s stay...
Under moon light, you confessed your love...
Blanket’s of star’s up above...
Tender touch after tender touch...
Love is bliss, to those who find it true...
Once, that was me and you...
But a pity it was...
Oh what love did to us...
Love make’s us vulnerable...
Into vulnerability we often sink...
Fear’s make us weak...
But none the less, we take the leap...
Courage is nothing but a mistake...
To trust the predictable...
Our greatest flaw...
Unmistaken love catches us all...
So what a pity we are...
Caught in the crossfire of a bitter war...
Cupid’s arrow’s destruction bring...
But is the price worth the pain?
Love is but a game of chance...
And victory a lovers dance...
Isnt that the sorrow of the human race?
To alway’s be in love with a pretty face...
To alway’s find ourselves in another’s heart...
To alway’s play the chance we might fall apart...
Pity, pity what love will do...
To broken heart’s like me and you...
Oh, but what if Cupid was right?
What if heart’s mended tight?
Pain escaped with bitter tear’s...
Guess we’ll never know...
What make’s Cupid’s bow...
Choose to resurrect a damned soul...
A burning fire consumed us both...
Oh, but what a great tragedy it all was...
To love tortured, pitied soul’s like us...