Preventions

Don't trust the love
That pours from your heart
It will mess with your head
And rip you apart

It will start with your insides
To the tip of your core
Then it will start to claw
Causing you pain more and more

Like the sound of song birds
In the morning haze
It will start out soft
But leave you in a daze

Then when you think
That it has stopped
It will come back
Making your heart quickly drop

You're left staggering around
Wishing for a lost hope
When suddenly you find out
What could quickly help you cope

You take the gun
The one lingering on its side
Pull it to your head
And wait for the ride

Something tells me, though
It could have been prevented...

Do not trust the love
That pours from your heart
It will mess with your head
And violently rip you apart...