My interpretation of love
Is to crace something that's so far away
Such as the perfect man
That will come home to you everyday
Or a female that will be real
And always stay true
So my interpretation of love
Is a lust that is stretched by what we do
Love is imaginary at the begining
Then reality slaps you in the end
Love is disquised as that one person
That pretends to be your best friend
So to me love can only last so long
A couple weeks, months, or years
Then it's all the sudden gone
And you're the one left in tears
So i can't say i believe in love
But i do believe in lust
Because it's the one thing
That we can always trust
It will be there physically
and even emotionally too
So think of a persons lust
The next time they say "I Love You"
