And they call it puppy love
just like a trojan horse
a gift sent from above
only, in the end, to be torched

You long to be longed for
desire to be desired
it's the illness with no cure
a 'strength' to take you higher

Advertised by society
it promises you everything
abundant in variety
an agreement sealed with a ring

There's a reason they call it 'falling'
As what goes up must come down
so don't tell me you had no warning
when love leaves you dead on the ground