She lived a life of innocence full of pure
But she carried an illness that couldn't be cured
It devoured her being from inside out
Not even doctors or therapists know what it's about
But she cried in silent, confiding in her tears
Hushed by shame and ruled by her fears
Because this illness she had was joy for others
Some cling to it while she suffers and smothers
Like an erupting volcano, waiting to flow free
She slowly dies, yet no one can see
How the illness was taking over her life and all
Yet, she was preparing and willing to bare the fall
ÑWhen did love become a deadly disease?
That's trap inside and can't be release
When did love become a reason to kill?
When did love control a person's will?
Because although she's alive, she's not really living
Slaughtered by the one person her heart she was giving
And although she was dying, yet she would still give
Because she would rather see him have a life to live
Is this what love would always amount to?
Restless nights and promises never coming true?
She curses the day love was ever declare
As something beautiful, harmless and rare
Because if that was the case, why should she die?
For love is nothing but a beautiful lie
While everyone loved and enjoyed their desires,
She willingly fell in the ring of fire
