Someone tell me...what exactly is love?
Is it something you feel from life?
What exactly is love?
Is it the same feel as being free like the dove?

A dove...white as snow and free to fly
I used to be able to fly, just fly away
But like duck that's been hunted down
Something has shot me back down to the ground

Something has plucked away my wings
Only a few feathers remain
As there are couple I've plucked out on my own
Blood trickles down my back as it stains me

The pain...it won't go away. Make it go away!
I wipe my skin off and only sheds easily
As if it were dog hair while I continue to bleed
What is this feeling of anguish and pain?

Something's slashed my wrists and raped me
It has even hurt me so badly
To the point I have nothing but bruises
And no one has come to save me

That feeling of being alone, that's what I feel
My tears, the eyes' blood, shed my face like dirt
I know I'm not worth anything very important
Not even worth the person's world to ever know love

That feeling of love, that is something I've lost
Where is my knight in shining armor?
What happened to the freedom I once had before?
My reflection is nothing more than a dark soul

Heaven's light is quickly fading away
I have been banned forever from the heavenly ray
That once kept me warm and alive
It'd be a miracle if I lived for another night

Nothing but pitch-black darkness and the mist
That is where I am, where I reside and where I stay
No one to talk to, nowhere to go, I only pray
That when I die, I will feel loved by someone...and see the light...