The Truth About Love

The truth is love never wanted me.
It pushed and shoved me around,
made me fall and trip.
Always hitting the ground.

So many times I actually believed
that someone would want me.
In the end it was all a lie.
I was just to blind to see.

Love made my life hell,
always making me sick.
Never succeeding in anything.
The truth is love is a p.rick.

My mind and heart on the battlefield.
Engaged in merciless war.
I wouldn't let myself get hurt,
and that I swore.

The truth is love is unforgiving.
It doesn't matter who you are.
It sneaks up behind you,
watches you from afar.

The truth is love never wanted me,
and that I truely believe.