Texty: Incubus. Light Grenades. Love Hurts.

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Tonight we drink to youth
& holding fast to truth. (I don?t want to lose what I had as a boy.)
My heart still has a beat
but love is now a feat (as common as a cold day in LA.)
Sometimes when I?m alone, I wonder/is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts?
but sometimes it?s a good hurt & it feels like I?m alive.
Love sings
when it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart & try me, ?cause without love I won?t survive.
I?m fettered & abused
I stand naked & accused. (should I surface this one man submarine?)
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth! (I?ll never lose what I had as a boy.)
Sometimes when I?m alone, I wonder
is there a spell that I am under/keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts?
but sometimes it?s a good hurt & it feels like I?m alive.
Love sings
when it transcends the bad things. Have a heart & try me,
?cause without love I won?t survive.