love is like medicine
makes you feel better or worse,
in some case's love,
is more of a curse,
you trapped inside your own perfect hell,
no escape form the heartache once it ends,
go into the coma,
the loveless numb state,
and cut you're self up,
through heartache and pain.
you're blinded by the possibility,
from the promises they cant keep,
keep you're head up high,
don't cry,
go back to sleep...
