• Love is a complicated thing
    To me, like a weed...
    It's planted in your heart without you knowing
    So troublesome it may seem.
    You want to yank it out with all of your might
    but suddenly things don't seem so right...
    Like the seed was meant to be,
    For all eternity.

    Tears form in the corners of your eyes
    Growing pains...
    The weed that you planted just wont die.

    The branches grown and the weed multiplies
    the buds of life...
    Not a weed no more
    The flower blooms, the petals rise.

    Your love forms a beautiful rose
    from a weed...
    who would think, a love like that flows

    Yet you encounter that bitter pain
    The thorns begin to stab
    That rose you worked so hard to gain...
    looses petals left to grab

    Close that fist tightly
    Love is never once.
    Save those petals for another day,
    make no risky stunts.