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
