They told you love was simple;
love was two people who care about each other.
They don't tell you that two lovers will become lawyers,
biting and smiling at the end of the war.

They told me they'd protect me from the world.
But where were they when the boy with brown eyes
and brunette hair swept me off my feet?
The boy with the gentle touch and sweet words.
He showed me oceans where the desert was
and where the flowers bloomed in the snow.
He made birds sing melodies in my dreams.
He sparked a flame in me
but soon wasn't cold anymore.
Suddenly, both of us human weapons,
ignited, left only with fragments
of our hearts when the war was over.