L.O.V.E

Love is what started this whole mess.
You say you love me
and I tell you the same.
Then I find out that you don't mean it at all,
but its too late,
I've already given you my heart
thinking I could trust you with it,
but all you do is stab it,
and stab me in the back with the words:
"It was a mistake to say what I did."
and walk away with no sign of sorrow or grief
for my heart, laying there bleeding to the last drop
or until someone helps put it back together.

I already for got about you,
but I'm sorry to say
the blood loss will stay with me,
and the scar on my heart
in the shape of your name and face.