The stab of separation - the transience of love
The little child inside who's always begging
Screaming and flopping - a fish out of water
Until he receives assurance that he may
Get his way
We love to disobey ourselves
There's no cure for these kind of drugs
The remembrance of passion - the futility of love
The little child inside who acts innocent
Trusting and wide-eyed - a newborn kitten
Not comprehending the blur of life
Or things mature
We love to try to force ourselves
Force the cure upon ourselves
The cure for the drugs that we call Love