Who are you to determine how I feel?
How much I yearn,
How much I cry.

Who are you to manipulate how I act?
How much I detest,
How much I toil.

Just who are you to give those
lovely false words.
Not only purely false but
manifesting in my soul.

Just who do you think you are?
Coming and leaving as you wish,
Not only suave with your departures but
tempting my self control.

Who are you,
Love?