Love is such an overrated thing,
that to me is basically everything.
I hate it so much I love it,
I try so hard but I can't quit.

Oh how I love the spinning trees,
of spaced out cement tile seas.
I love the way the angels play,
and how we flagrantly count the days.

The love of a female is something else,
it has the similarities of Hell.
Hot and flamey yet painful,
and all it is is a handful.

I can't possibly favor this thing called love,
its way too stressful, it's just too much.
When they smile you think of night,
and how it should be, if it is right.

It all makes me sick to see two,
to see the things couples do.
Loneliness sets in and life seems useless,
knowing love is never blueless.

Why is everyone so hung up?
I wish they'd all just shut up.
Nothing is worth changing yourself,
being bossed around like Santa's elf.

Get a life and forget love,
it'll never work, no matter what.
I'm a hypocrite, I must confess,
I still tell the truth no less.

I'd give myself up for a loveful day,
suddenly not realizing how much I'll pay.
I forget about heartache, affairs and all,
it wouldn't take long for her heart to stall.

But that's how it is, it ticks me off,
But so many obsess over it like a cow to its trough.
It's a massacre and it sucks, get a clue,
don't think for the better it'll treat you.

You're not any different, it's like a disease,
it'll attach to the rich, the middle or the sleaze.
Like a virus eating away at your soul,
and in your heart it'll leave a gaping hole.