I was 7 years old when I saw my first fistfight
In the ring stood a husband and a wife
He raised his voice and she raised her knife and said
Someone's gonna die
I ran for cover and told my brother then
Turned the music up
Till it was loud enough
To hide the shouting and the yelling from the kitchen
See love is not a blessing
Love is just a sickness
It cuts as fast as lightning strikes and once you see it drifted
There's nothing you can do except accept the fact you're missing
Your inner soul and most of all it leaves you with a mission
To never smile again and spread your pain to those who listen
Your trust is in the gutter cause the acts were unforgiven
They label you dramatic but the fact is they don't get it
They don't get it no
They don't get it no
I was 7 years old when I saw my first fistfight
In the ring stood a husband and a wife
He raised his voice and she raised her knife and said
Someone's gonna die
I ran for cover and told my brother then
Turned the music up
Till it was loud enough
To hide the shouting and the yelling from the kitchen
See love is not a blessing
Love is just a sickness
It cuts as fast as lightning strikes and once you see it drifted
There's nothing you can do except accept the fact you're missing
Your inner soul and most of all it leaves you with a mission
To never smile again and spread your pain to those who listen
Your trust is in the gutter cause the acts were unforgiven
They label you dramatic but the fact is they don't get it
They don't get it no
They don't get it no
They don't get it no
They don't get it no
They don't get it no
They don't get it no