One time two times three times four
I write and write
That's what I allure
Four times three times two times one
I didn't realise
I would never be done.

One time two times three times four
Everyone loves it
They ask for more
Four times three times two times one
I love to write so much
It's my own weapon.

One time two times three times four
I write for them
I think they like it I am sure
Four times three times two times one
I think I have lost it
I write for likes, tons.

Four times two times three times one
No one likes it
I think I am done
One time two times three times four
I write again
But not for anyone's likes anymore.

And when I found your arms
Tight around me like a chain
Bounded by a lock with lost keys
Saying you'd never let me go
I got the answer to
If true love still exists.

She doesn't need your 'love' to survive
Your 'love' meaning providing her with sufficient funds
Or giving her a roof above her head
Then calling her your wife
She doesn't need your sympathies  by buying her food and clothing
Or by doing the formalities of saying one word or two per day, like 'Do this' or 'Hmm'
She has seen a lot like you
No she doesn't need your 'love' and sympathy
She needs Love, real love
Which means, if you know how to read a dictionary,
Caring and being affectionate,
Not lashing whip at her for every single mistake she makes,
Understanding and encouraging,
Not blaming her for every single **** thing you did wrong in your messed up life.
Oh you want a fair lady, the fairest of all?
Before pushing her in front of the magic mirror
Dare to present yourself in front of it
Listen what it tells about you and your messed up grey matter
And compare who is being fairer.