I'm not going to write a poem about love
Cause love is full of lies
As soon as you feel butterflies
They tend to lie

I survive through thick and thin
I have brushed shoulders with death
I'm not afraid to write
I'm not afraid to die

They say ride or die
Well I write and die
Cause everytime
I pick up my pen
My sorrow dies

I write and die
This pen never lies
It never fills me with deceit
It just feels me with conceit
For love I'd rather not die