So sick of metaphors,
So sick of trying.
So sick of fake love,
I’m sick of crying.

Love thyself, thy neighbor,
just don’t love a broken soul.
Love all the things you control,
but broken souls have holes.

Cause when you laugh,
And when you run,
You will fall into a hole.
"****" will go the fun,
And "****" will go the sun.
"****" will go control.

And you will be back to crying.

I’m not lying, I’ve been there and back.
                         *Thrice.