People spend their entire life searching for the use of the word love,
not knowing of the emotion reaction cause by the endless deepest details of the word.
Is Love, when he fakes his feelings for the one who he feels nothing for?
Is Love, the thing one says to in light the day of a person who has inherited the prize of pain?
Or is Love, Hopeless, to the one's that love the unloved?
Now...In the day's that we soak our life in the bottle
and hang ourselves to dry...
not one decadent life has giving true Love a one's chance tries...
F**k Love....F**k the Love you feel for me.
Feel nothing but what I feel for you...Long after the time of Love as past...
The way I would feel you softly died into my arms.
For ever the memories put into the stark place in my mind there they will last.
Now to put it all behind of what I never turn around on.
Time as come to say,
What's on its way?
the end
