some say love is a flower

and I guess they know what's right

'cause it has its seasons

and it fades without light

if it had a beginning

it' ll surely have an end

the weather moves in circles

and we're all dust in the wind

we don't know wich way to blow



Love is a battlefield of wounded hearts

It ain't so bad

bein' alone

if you know it'll never last

nothing lasts forever

'cept the certainly 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