Maybe love is just a blade, That fears the touch of light, Dulled by shadows, lost in shade, Afraid to speak up for herself. And yet everyone says that love is beautiful, That love isn't afraid to tell the truth. But somehow I never saw the beautiful side of it, Even when I tried..... Maybe love is just a ghost, Healing through everyone's lies, Trying to defend herself, While everything else drifts away from her touch. They say it heals, they say it shines, But all I've saw is ache and scars. In a moment it was there and then it disappeared without a sign, Was it triggered by the falling stars? But maybe love is just a girl, With trembling hands and tired eyes, Trying to prove her strength, While everyone else laughs. And it kills me when I know, That somehow love is still a sword, Waiting for the next one to fight, Proving that all along I was right.