Love

Prozatím poslední anglická píseň z pera slečny Blackwood. Pevně však věříme, že pro čítárnu sepíše nějaké další písně.

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Yeah love is not even real
We just use this majestic word
For every other thing we feel
We “love” just because we’re bored

Love doesn’t really exist
Not the one we read about
It is not some mysterious mist
That just flys around

And when love is finally there
It often is just pain and tears
To be honest noone really cares
Love became one of the greatest fears

So nobody knows what love is
Because they’re scared to know
Every other stranger they kiss
But to love they say no

How sad is to live without love
So I’m here to encourage you
You really are enough
So many people love you, they really do

Don’t fear love, because its pain
It is like rose, with thorns but nice
Through mistakes wisdome you gain
Even if you fall you can again rise