He can't sleep, he can't eat
He keeps thinking about her behind the locked door of the bedroom
As she knowingly tortures the shell that is left of her bridegroom
And what did he do to deserve
This whore of a wife who parades her disgrace to his face now
When he loved her and gave up his life in more ways than she knows how
All I can say is that
Love is a terrible art
It's a hook in the heart
That will drag you on broken glass
And as you protest
The shards in your flesh
The hook tears out your chest
Until you're just a broken mess
Where is God in this rot?
Depraved, she commits the most hanous of sins and breaks her vows
But he loves her despite all the crimes she devises in his house
Where is God? I've been taught
That He's close to the broken, it's true I have spoken with Him some
When I look in my brother's eyes I can see where his love comes from
And all he can say is that
Love is a terrible art
It's a hook in the heart
That can drag you on broken glass
And as you protest
The shards in your flesh
The hook tears out your chest
Until you're just a broken mess
But he has mercy on her lover and does not bleed him dry
A credit to his self control, if it were me that monster would probably die
Love is a beautiful thing
She can make your heart sing
When you're walking on broken glass
She will open your eyes
Make your heart feel alive
Point you towards the sunrise
Help you leave all this broken mess behind
Love is a beautiful thing
Will you leave your broken mess behind?
Oh, love is a beautiful thing
Will you leave your broken mess behind?
Oh, love
Oh, love
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