Love is Not Real
Love is not real, no matter what you say,
Young passion and lust, they will fade away.
If love is the glue that holds our lives together,
Why does it run, before things get better?
Love is wicked. Love is cruel.
Laugh at me, but you're the fool.
And you'll figure it out before you die,
This thing called love is just a lie.
If love is true then tell me how
I'm sitting right where I am now.
If you give your heart it will only be shattered,
And the walls will fall, your flag waves tattered.
I will not open up, will not let you in,
For I know from the beginning how it will end.
So take your love and keep it, far far from me,
I don't want the fruit from that poisonous tree.
Leave me here by myself in this dark cubby hole,
Stay away from my heart, away from my soul.
Love IS real, but has only one purpose,
To build us, then destroy us. To heartlessly hurt us.
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