Love... love is a fickle thing
You see some show their love through words, acts, and rings
Yes, love...
For some it blossoms like spring
And for others it's measured in a guttural scream
One that sounds like "God, please! Just take her memory from me."
But it's still love all the same
And mine... well...
I held myself under water so I could keep you afloat
Took every jagged piece of you that was broke
And as I slowly bled out
I put you back together
My payment from you, a promise of forever
But it was never realized
And instead you said goodbye
Strangled the life out of me as tears fell from your eyes
Told me you're sorry as I slowly died
In your arms...
But... It was love all the same.
Yes it had to be
Because nothing can ruin someone so easily
And I choked through it, No! baby please! It doesn't have to be...
This way...
But it was all the same






