Love Is A Battlefield... (Venerea)

some say love is a flower and I guess they know what's right 'cause it has its seasons and it fades without light if it had a beginning it' ll surely have an end the weather moves in circles and we're all dust in the wind we don't know wich way to blow Love is a battlefield of wounded hearts It ain't so bad bein' alone if you know it'll never last nothing lasts forever 'cept the certainly of change and love's the same it's a game with simple rules if you think it's forever then you're nothing but a fool take this from a fool who knows love is a battlefield of wounded hearts