The Moral to this story...

The moral to this year of pain filled entries is quite simple...

(and NO, I am not starting to write here again, I just felt that this was a fitting finale. Death of a love. The only one who mourned was me.)
The video from the 70's might seem a bit cheesy, but it was actually one of the first, likely taken from a concert and made after 1980. Close your eyes and listen to the music.

Love Hurts

Love hurts, Love scars, Love wounds' and mars
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts

I'm young, I know, But even so
I know a thing or two - I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts

Some fools think of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts

Solo

I know it isn't true I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
Ooo-oo, Love hurts Ooo-oo


The End.

Oh, and also listen to Joan Jett...


"I hate myself for loving you."
~past tense that is.~