[Intro - instrumental] [Verse 1] Love does not die of just a single blow, Its life flows out quite slowly over years, One drop follows another as love flows, From thousands of non-fatal cuts and tears. [Verse 2] A thousand little stings from tongue or eye, A thousand unkind words from me and you, A thousand "I told you so’s" piled on high, A thousand battles lost, re-fought anew. [Chorus] Simple kindness is lost from lack of use, And what remains just a facade in truth. [brief musical interlude] [Bridge - increased intensity] Each wound a scab that grows harder with time, Covering festering hurts that just won't heal, An unwise word morphs to betrayal sublime, Suppurating reminders all too real. [outro - breathy, emotional, slow, close-mic, almost whispered] Simple kindness is lost from lack of use, And what remains just a facade in truth.