In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
Любовь is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, Любовь is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred или hurt. Любовь only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
Любовь is breaking someone's сердце whenever Ты hear that person say, "I don't Любовь you."
Любовь brings tears to those who are broken.
Любовь always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what Любовь has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes Ты with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
Любовь sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.
A pain so deep inside of me that no one will ever see,
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for Ты to see,
Ты would not know the one Ты know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months назад disappeared the night Ты left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for Ты to see,
Ты would not know the one Ты know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months назад disappeared the night Ты left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...