Love is Hard

I see lovers in the streets walking, without a care.
They're wearing it out loud, like there's something in the air,
And I don't care.

They're treading lightly, no they don't sink in.
There's no tracks to follow, they don't care where they going.
And if they're lucky and they'll, they'll get to see,
And if they're really, really lucky, they'll get to feel.

And it kicks so hard, it breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep, it hits your soul.
Tears your skin and makes your blood flow.
It's better that you know that love is hard.

Love takes hostages, gives them pain.
Gives someone the power to hurt you again and again,
But they don't care.

And if they're lucky and they'll, they'll get to see.
And if they're really, really lucky they'll, they'll get to feel.
And if they're, they're truly blessed, and they get to believe.
And if you're damned, you'll never let yourself be diseased.

And it kicks so hard, it breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep, it hits your soul.
Tears your skin and makes your blood flow.
It's better that we know that love is hard.

If it was easy, it wouldn't mean nothing though.