Love is hard.

I see lovers in the streets walking without a care. They wear it out loud like there's something in the air. Oh well, I don't care. They're treading lightly. No, they don't sink in there's no tracks to follow. They don't care where they're going, and if they're lucky,yeah , they'll, they'll get to see, and if they're really really lucky they'll get to feel. And it kicks so hard, it breaks your bones, cuts so deep, it hits your soul, tears yours skin and makes your blood flow. It's better that you know that love is hard. Love takes hostages and gives them pain. Gives someone the power to hurt you again and again. Oh, but they don't care. And if they're lucky, yeah, they'll, they'll get to see, and if they're really really lucky then they'll get to feel, and if they're, they're truely blessed then they'll get to believe, and if you're damned, you'll never let yourself be deceived. And it kicks so hard, it breaks your bones, cuts so deep, it hits your soul, tears your skin and makes your blood flow. It's better that you know that love is hard.

Love is hard. Love is hard. If it was easy it wouldn't mean nothing, no.

James Morrison. Last.fm.