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striving to reach something that isn't what it seems.. |
| There was a time, I used love as a weapon I shot out those deadly bullets of mine I don't think I've ever learned my lesson I cried so long and so hard When I realized I had shot myself I felt my sticky blood and him disregard All my life and pain to please himself Yes, there's a fine line between love and hate And I found it dark under the rainbow By the time I realized, it was too late My soul, like his love, had become so hollow No, I don't think he loved me No, I don't think he cared I know he never thinks of me But who ever said life was fair? He gracefully led the way And I, hypnotized, was only too happy to follow But I, so tired, was too damn late It was so dark under the rainbow |