'Love gives you strength' they say
But does it really?
It makes you weak
That is my experience clearly
When you love someone
You want to end their strife
There is this something, some fire, 'something'
That doesn't let you care for your own life
Do you know when your die a thousand deaths?
It is not someone's commitment of treason
It is the the time when that someone is crying
And you don't know the reason
If it was on me
I would stop loving some people
Those who don't care about me
For whom I'm barely a trifle
But love doesn't work like that
It has it's own plans
Screwing your heart, crushing your soul
And your life is planned
Love never reduces, it never ends
It is always too much but never less
The ones who are loved back
Are the ones who are blessed
Love is nothing but a drug
From distance it is bad
But when you want it and can't have it
It makes you go mad.
