When you said the word "Love", What I saw was a loaded gun. You holding the trigger and I, looking down it's barrel. Standing at this very spot again my demons were screaming. "Runaway" they said. "Save yourself from yet another wound." It was instilled in my mind that love, brings pain and suffering. That love.. was a matter of Until when. Until when would you love me? How long till you would shoot me down, and leave me bleeding, Suffering from the after effects. Just like every other person who brought up the word "love". So as the days passed I waited, I waited for the moment that you'd pull the trigger. But you never did. Fearing the repetition of history, I hadn't realised that the gun I was petrified by was no longer in your hands. But forgotten on the ground. This was something I never anticipated. Something I had only dreamt of. It was hard to believe 'Cause dreams never came true But unlike everyone Before you In your arms Happiness finally chose me.
When you meet the one.. it wouldn't be like any other. You'd let your guards down no matter how much you've suffered in the past. 'Cause that's just what love is.