There’s no such thing as love, Just pheromones and ignorance, That usurp the rightful place of, A missing common sense,
There is no hope in this life, The end is always darker than the start of it, Never leads to a man and his wife, Just a greedy crook and his harlot,
And you just can’t change a thing, You’re trapped like a moth to a flame, And no matter how badly you want to leave, You can’t bring yourself to quit the game,
There’s no such thing as trust, Just desperation and surrender, To the voice screaming that
Your love is to my heart, Like words are to my verse, Like notes are to my melody, Like cure to dreadful curse…
Your love is to my dreams, Like dew is to the grass, Like seconds to my minutes, Like shine is to my brass…
Your love is to my days, Like lyrics to the singer, Like freedom to the birds, Like water to the river…
Your love is to my life, Like thoughts are to my pen, Like fire to the candle, Like prayer to Amen…
Your love is to my mind, Like mountains to my valley, Like thunder to
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