Why?
Love hurts and love hurts for love's sake.
Love is a dream from which you wish not to wake.
Love is a many splintered thing,
And love to this heart, for love does sting...
My soul holds me back,
For I'm in the way,
I won't step aside and he shall not sway.
Though that is my soul,
It is not me,
Though both our lives,
Have grown with the tree
We know he loves her
And I know he loves me,
But with both our fates,
Are we destined to be...
Love will conquer,
Love will sore,
Love will shake me to the core...
Love is a many splintered thing...
And love to my heart, this love does sting...