I got lost in the idea of love. I got lost in your lies. I got lost in the lust I once yearned for. I found myself at odds ends, reality vs reality both bitter, and both sweet.
I thought you were sweet to me at one point in time, But you've always been bitter, just like my coffee without sugar. I drink my coffee black, with one pack of sugar.
I didn't lose faith in love, because I haven't found it yet. reality sets in the past is sweet, the future is sweet and my coffee? It's not bitter.