The Express

I am not sure what love is right now.
Been hurt too many times.
Love was an emotion that was strong.
Too much, too soon was my only crime.
Love was a feeling, I felt it deep in my heart.
A wasrm feeling when he was around.

I am not sure what love was exactly.
But together I felt our hearts were bound.
Love was my life, the most important thing.
But when it hurt, only misery and pain.

I am not sure what love is right now.
Because my heart was crushed by that speeding train.

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