Love Is A Cruel Disease copyright 2012 by Don Taco
picture a window but half boarded up
picture a town crippled by fear
unbar the door just to bring out your dead
the men with the wagon are here
picture the face of a girl at that window
curtains drawn barely apart
picture the son of the man with the wagon
love a barb deep in his heart
what if I follow my heart
and it brings her this plague
that is scouring the world
how could I live with myself
though it leads to the joy
of living with her
paint me a picture of love in the pestilence
show me the faces of those who live there
love doesn’t pause love doesn’t pity
strikes when it will and love just doesn’t care
paint me a picture of love in the pestilence
show me that picture
I’ll show you the face of despair
picture the family half gone to rest
a window on misery, grief, loss, and tears
lock all the doors stay away from the strangers
the men with the wagon are here
picture the thoughts of that girl at the window
her heart telling her he’s the one
should I be dreaming of starting a family
when so much family is gone
what if I follow my heart
and it leads to the death
of my family and friends
how could I live with myself
though it leads to the joy
of living with him
paint me a picture of love in the pestilence
show me the faces of those who live there
love doesn’t pause love doesn’t pity
strikes when it will and love just doesn’t care
paint me a picture of love in the pestilence
show me that picture
I’ll show you the face of despair
paint me a picture as bold as you please
fate is a monster love is a cruel disease
fate is a monster love is a cruel disease
fate is a monster love is a cruel disease
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