There's no such thing as love,
Just infactuation.
It's an occasional bug to add complication.
You may hear this and shrug,
Cause you think that you've got it,
But I'm calling your bluff cause I find it ironic.
We've all loved to be single,
The freedom feals great!
We love to cut loose,
The freedom to date.
When it's singles night out,
You know you cant wait,
To meet some new faces,
To go congrigate.
Now this lifestyles fun,
But soon we get bored,
And start questioning why we go out anymore.
And now that you're worn you sit bored at home.
You enjoy it at first,
But soon feal alone.
You now feal insane,
But know you cant wait,
To see that next smile,
That next pretty face!
You find other ways to spend your spare time,
And barry those cares somewhere in your mind.
Time just continue's till its so unexpected,
Somebody your into will feal you've connected.
You find thing's in common.
You fit like a glove.
You throw out the condoms!
You use that word love!
You throw away freedom for all the attention,
But what you didn't see is what I'm going to mention.
When your boredum comes back you now build resentment!
Without that attention the thrill is now gone.
No more finding your passions,
You're finding whats wrong!
Your close ones can see it,
It's clear on your face.
You've jumped to conclusions,
You've made a mistake!
Now back out on the scene,
Back out with your buds,
Thats why I say these things about this word they call LOVE.


Japheth