Love is like a game, if you think about it more often than not
Or is love off limits and no one should have a shot
Are we really forever if we spend most of our time wishing we were with others?
Whats naked feel like if the lies are the covers
And you were sneaking around with another
Talking to these demons
And giving them reasons
I believed it all along
Look at what became
Like these flowers, growth needs rain
Whats it feel like if they've already been picked, sick
Lusting after freedom, and lost it in the process.
So far for so long...