Love, a big word, does it exist?
Or is it just another test in life, with a wicked twist.
Is there such a thing as unconditional, forever?
Or is it more like who ever, when ever.
In the end of the day, what is it that counts?
Kindness, honesty, faithfulness, do these to anything mount?
Why is it that love can be so cruel?
Who set that God-damn rule?
What happened to love till death do us part?
Or is it just a term used to give the speech some art?
Love, what a funny word,
One day it's your life the next you have in your heart a sword.
What do you do now, remove it and move on?
Come on, the fun has just only begun.
The pain, the tears; a packaged deal that you can't beat.
Wasn't part of the bargain, but thrown in like a surprise first class seat.
Life, one day you are up, the next you are down,
Like a plane on emergency landing heading straight into the ground.
Why is it that moments of happiness don't last?
And sadness is knocking on your door wanting to come in fast.
No matter how tight you close yourself in, it will find a way to get in,
In the end you have everything to lose and nothing to win.
So for those people out there who believe in love,
Prepare yourself for the aftershocks that I mentioned above.