This is the story;
The story of a lie.
A little lie they call love.

Love comes first,
Love comes last,
Love is the poison
That makes you crass.

Love is the truth,
Love is a lie,
Love is the pain
That brings a tear to your eye.

Love is weakness,
Love is power,
Love will tear you down
And build you like a tower.

I have a love;
The best one yet!
They make my heart warm
But make it fret.

I wonder sometimes
If I'd be better off
Without any love
Spilling out of the trough (heart)

Then I remember
"Where there is pain
There is an answer."
And love prevails again.

But what is this curse?
The crumbling of my soul,
The only thing to make me hurt
And it takes it's toll?

How long can I last?
How long can I live?
My mind is crazed like colors
"ROY G BIV"

And perhaps I am to blame.
I hurt them more,
Even when I make a fix.
The word of truth I implore.

But what is the curse?
A false happiness?
True love right in front of you
With no way for you to caress?

How sad, how sad.
Hence now I make this plea:
Love is mad, and certainly
Love is not for me.