A war with you,
is like a war with who?
A dance with you,
is like an illusion,
that will never cease to come true.
People have wasted lives,
to have you,
to make two,
as one.

And this desire,
to be special in a fire
they call love that
should be have.
I call it, mind control.
You call it, "True love's toll".

It seems everything's unsure.
If it's an us or is it just me.
Yet you assume,
wanting to love,
to give
to be given
to be loved.

But there is no assurance.

Is there?

A man? A woman?
They are not everything.
Everyone comes and go.
They escape our lives,
like a throwback in a row.

Don't waste your life.
A woman may be yours,
but your lives are
a two separate course.

Don't waste your life.
To a man who has the ability
to take and take
while loving you in a fashion,
so fake.

The world goes round,
to money, to fame
to love.
But loving can hurt.
And it's not your worth.

**So give yourself, the love you deserve.