Broken glass on the floor, holes punched through the door, all say I love you & more to those who've been there before Pictures out of the frames, piled up ready for the flames Curse words & then your name all in efforts to assign blame Cell phones with cracked screens, police called to a domestic scene Bleached clothes strewn in the tub all this has to be true love Ripped clothes thrown on the floor along with your heart & more All of this drama, what's it for? This isn't love, it's settling a score