Sometimes I'm sick of apologizing,
when I'm the one hurting
Sometimes I'll take the blame
To keep the flame burning

But love isn't a game to keep score
of who took and gave more,
love is the small things you do
to keep the smiles in his face,
and keeping him from feeling blue

But love sometimes fades like colors,
likes sunsets that once painted the skies,
like footprints that leave marks in the sand,
like cuts that leaves mangled scars