Love Is a Battlefield of Wounded Hearts

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 has 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 which 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 it

Love is a battlefield of wounded hearts