It's true what they say,
All's fair in love and war.
So when I fell for you,
I knew the risks.
I knew that you could shatter my heart into pieces.
I knew.
I knew that, inevitably, we would fight.
That we would say things we didn't mean,
As tears streamed down our faces,
And mascara stained my cheeks.
I knew that falling for you,
Would be a war that nobody would win.
I fell for you hard and fast.
I fell for you,
Like a child falling off a bike.
Sudden.
Scary.
Painful.
And when I fell,
I hit my knees on the asphalt.
I gave myself to you.
And I knew
That all is fair in love and war.
Because, you see,
Love and war are the same.
They're scary and painful,
And sometimes they kill you.
All's fair in love and war.
Because in love and war,
There are no rules.
You can take someone's heart,
And crush it completely.
With bullets,
Or with love notes.
With guns,
Or with pens.
You took my heart.
You crushed it.
With love notes.
With sweet goodnight kisses,
And hugs that lasted just a heartbeat longer.
All's fair in love.
All's fair in war.
