So many words can describe so many things
Sometimes we think it’s love
But it all ends in just a fling
Love is all but pain
Love is like a razor blade
Like water drifting across the glade
Lies is another, So is a game
They all come together
These four little words
They can make you feel fresh like flowers
I know you didn’t mean to, but you did
Like the flowers in the vase I gave you
So dead and wilted

Maybe none of this makes any sense
The closer to genius we become
The crazier things have become to seem
To think love is in the air
I’m lost inside another dream
I will never win
With all the games and lies surrounding love
Nothing comes to mind, nothing I can think of
I’m better off alone
This world isn’t so cold
I’d rather be dried up and wilted
Than to never grow old