Love is a place were doves die,
A place were flowers wilt,
And were dieing is being born again.
Love plays tricks on your mind,
Telling you to get high ,
Then love brings you crashing down
Love is a place where your soul cries,
A place were your heart aches,
Were nothing goes right yet its all ok.
Love is a place were there is no love at all,
Were people are sent to fool you.
Love is were I want to be