Where do you go when you're defeated
Where do you go when you're beat
Where do you go when reality
Knocks you clean off you're feet
You know it wasn't right
In fact some may think it cruel
Because you took love
You used it like a tool
You found out the hard way
That love is not a game
It can't be used or twisted
Or played with for personal gain
When love is right it's gracious
When love is true it's strong
When love gets used and abused
Everyone knows this is wrong
So if you have a love that's true
You must handle it with care
Because one day when you wake up
You may find it's no longer there
5-14-10/RJH
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