When you fall in love you strike a deal,
Not with the devil, but with someone, he's real.
Cupid is his name, and he hands you the paper,
You may think of him as your life savior.
Ignorant, you quickly sign for an emotion that's in vein,
Love, it's called, and it drives you deeply insane.
He pulls back his bow aims, shoots, makes sure not to miss,
His document at hand, sealed with your dry kiss.
When he leaves he does not go without a keep sake,
He takes a piece of you, and that's how it's known as heart ache.
Yes, the heart, and he doesn't plan on giving it back to you,
Hands you the paper, and tells you "You bit off more than you could chew."
He laughs, you cry, and you feel the gap within your rib cage,
Your partner leaves, and all that's left is bleak and bitter rage.
Look back to the paper, cry some more, feel like your a dud,
For it's all there, even your name, as if it were in blood.
At the bottom in tiny print is something not so nice,
It sums it all up and basicly says, Cupid does not strike twice.
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