Love has broken me many
times before and yet I
run to it, head-on and
without fear. I bear scars
and wear them proudly, they
are trophies of every battle
I have lost.
The war of hearts will
rage on, and on the
bloody battlefield is where I
will meet you and we
will dance our last dance
and when it ends, you
will stand over me, your
hands dripping with my blood
and I will suffer.
I've endured this pain many
times and I know I will again.
Love is cruel and unforgiving
but I do not fear the wicked
blade it wields.
I will always go to war
when love calls to me
from the battleground and
I will fight again, and
again my heart will bleed.
Another trophy to claim,
another wound that I
will mend, and another
battle that I will inevitably lose.
