some say love is a flower

and i guess they know what's right

'cause it has its seasons

and it fades without the light

if it has a beginning

it will surely have an end

the weather moves in circles

and we're all dust in the wind

we don't know which way to blow



love is a battlefield of wounded hearts



it ain't so bad

being alone

if you know it will never last

nothing lasts forever

'cept the certainty of change

and love's the same

it's a game with simple rules

if you think it's forever

then you're nothing but a fool

take this from a fool who knows



love is a battlefield of wounded hearts