Certain words were pierced through you It kept me waiting here to hear what's true And from your wound I saw a fluid flow And to describe it right, I'd call it so: "Our broken love"
The lack of sympathy and tears I shed And all the love we make it feels so dead Their so unsavory these ties we share And it describes us well, but do you care? "I'm still in love with you," really?
Isn't it fine to say we were in love? Even if you are gone I can't feel new love at all Isn't this what they all call "destiny" It will fade, disappear, it's just really a love world
It will end and I will go All that just because I'm sick of you Not knowing if it's love, or if it's lust It doesn't matter now, I won't discuss
The lack of sympathy and tears I shed And all the love we make it feels so dead Their so unsavory these ties we share And it describes us well, but do you care? But that is fine with me, really!
So I suppose we really were in love Even if times were hard we were clinging from the start Isn't it fine to take my life from me? Since I do, yes I do, I really dislike you
Isn't it fine to say we were in love? Even if you are gone I can't feel new love at all Isn't this what they all call "destiny" It will fade, disappear, it's just really a love world