The one thing I would change is love, that is it

For nothing but love hurts worse than love, I'll admit

 

It kills and it shrivels and knocks us all down

It warms and it fills and changes a frown

It sears and it hurts and it makes us unhappy

It bonds and it helps and it makes us all sappy

 

For what is life without love?

Is it hell all above?

Or is it Heaven on Earth

come here to give birth

To life and new age

or death and decay

 

To love we must perish and squander in Hell

In return we recieve a feeling like no words will tell

You lend out your heart, you give it away

Your lifes on the line and its hard all the way

 

Love needs to change just a bit, I would say

When you ask me to change just one thing, I will pray

That love is the thing that needs to hurt less

Love is the change that I will confess