What is love?
But an illusion engraved by untruth
From youth, we imagine a life that ought to be
Instead of the way it tis
Why do we yearn for something so unreal?
People only love when they need
Not when it's true
Speaking from experience
You can pour and smile and wink and build
a dream within a dream
To work and push and pull
And succeed in creating a life for two
But it tis not true
The end result is one that is sad and blue
Usually for one, because with two
It tis difficult to reach to be
On the same page
I want this but he wants that
So what is love?
I have no lines
I have no product
i have no idea
