She chases her men, she weeps and cries,
O' how do I tell her, she is being blind.
She falls each time, telling herself lies,
Try hard to tell her, what she looks for, she won't find.
I tell her and I tell you too,
Your love isn't for the person but for the image in your mind,
So is the other, in love with an image of you.
This kind of love, so misaligned.
That's all a relationship is,
The conflict of a mental image,
What you feel, you think it's bliss,
But are befooled by a mirage.
The illusion, created based on your past,
The image, projected based on your need,
Love is to be felt, not forced to last,
You become time and again, a victim of your greed.
You never fall in love with the person,
But with the feelings you give yourself,
Realize this, you will be loving without a reason,
You will come home to your true self.