Cupid shot me in the side
with another one of his arrows
and i watched it bleed
over and over.
each time he shot one my way
i slowly took it out of my flesh
and like being heartbroken,
the physical pain hurt like a b**** too.
i look at the pile of arrows
i have thrown to the side
and i see the attempts of love
that cupid may have wanted me to enjoy.
but instead of seeing a pile of good memories
all i see is a pile of lessons learned.
some people learn life lessons in
class rooms,
by loved ones,
in books.
but for me,
i live through s*** everyday
and keep getting shot
by this stupid cupid,
keep pulling out the bloody arrow
from my side.
cant seem to enjoy what cupid tries to throw
my way
cause each time i see what i am supposed to fall for,
i see it as a waste of time
and out comes yet another arrow
and into the pile it goes.
i used to hate cupid,
but realized he's become someone
who's taught me things,
over and over.
i may not succeed in all the lessons
but i can see from behind the scenes
of what love does to everyone else.
