They say that love can come from within
That it can heal all as there is no enemy of kindness
But I say different,
I say their wrong
When you without your love its not just
something wrong with you,
Its as if your missing a piece
A giant gaping hole right in your chest
There may not be an enemy to kindness
But theres always a war on love
You sometimes lose you sometimes win
But don't let anyone tell you that it comes from within
It my not come from there but something sure does
how can you possibly love another
when you hate yourself?