Some people fall
Some people are pushed
Some are confused
Some are rushed
What is it anyway?
This thing we call love
Why is it what everyone's dreaming of?
We know everything that flies must come down
Like the crows that fly over this dark town
Their wings will break, their hearts will be crushed
The thorns will stab them on the rose bush
They will crash down, they will not fly
What once was beautiful can't touch the sky
We all know we'll end up like so
When there's an opportunity for love,
Why don't we go?
We can all just leave and forget what had happened
Leave loose ends that will never be fastened
Move on, move on, as fast as you can
And never look back to this forbidden land
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