It's the season,
Which provides reason,
For hot cocoa by an open flame.
Entangled in your arms,
Lost in the world of make-believe.

What is love?
Is it a bind between two people,
or is it just a statement;
a promise to be lost at a whim?

Is true love real?
Every human has pros,
but they also have their cons.
Are true lovers ignorant to the latter?

And at the end of every day,
where is a human's mind,
but inside their own head?
Thinking their own thoughts
and having their own opinions.

Every bond wears with time,
you may try to mend it tight,
but sometimes it all falls apart.

Sometimes.

I will never call you to me
You never need talk to me
And I'm not crying for you
I will never wait for you
No need to be sorry, go away
I would look for a new day.

I keep trying to be ordinary
No need you in my dictionary
I already knew about your love
Its mean is so awful and stove
I have nothing to forgive you
Because today I don't love you.

You can go away, you are free
You can take out my love's tree
I'm not alone even if you're going.
Hurting of separation is coming.
Have a good time with your dreams
I'm the dark, you'll be moonbeams.

When they said that love is pain
they didn’t expect me
to quite literally be bleeding