It comes from where? Do you see it? I do.
A good way to ease it is to believe it, to your whole crew.
A thing to remember is that it's not concrete,
And no matter how complete, or how you stay on your feet,
this thing gets high, look down, it looks steep, let your eyes creep.
because it's an amazing belief, mutated as a freak,
but then can be so lovely as a Christmas reaf,
When someone gives you their safety to keep, grit your teeth,
cause now it's stable and ready to attack, don't watch your back,
let it distract, it'll take your sadness and smack,
it doowwnn, now backtrack ... what is IT and what does IT do?
It can make you a hero, it can make you a fool,
but if you know how it works then you'll know how to react,
then you'll know when to cry, you'll know when to laugh.
Ever heard of dead love? Yeah, I have, it probably sounds bad,
because it is, but it doesn't even exist, cause love is alive, not dead.
once it's in that rate it's called hate, just nod your head.
Because I know you hear me, no need to fear me, truth is shed.
It's all the way up, it's all the way down.
It's a backyard pup, it's an international clown.
It ranges from stages that switch through the ages,
with pages and wages and we wait when it pays us,
all it does is displays us and plays us like playas,
and when we're the hatas we're shamed of our playlists.
It won't always make us happy, won't always make us sad,
it can be for your lover, your mother, dog, cat, your brother, your dad.
It's a fad, everyone's doing it, why not you?
Or that girl you're out for, or a long lost friend, too?
And you're always in store for the end .. true?
If you're thinkin' you're loveless, get out of the dark,
if someone's stuck up, shock 'em a spark.
Tell them you love them, and if ya don't get hit,
You're one of the lucky ones, it's all a big trick.
People are scared of it, it's a dangling skit,
like a long road trip, so ya tell them to quit.
But one less lover is one less to love,
thinkin' about it makes me wanna give up.
Getting along would be phat, but now-a-days it's flat,
can't do that, against our beliefs, forget the reliefs,
of keeping people in harmony, this stuff is charming me.
Can't stop talking about this neverending emotion,
rubbed all over me, I'll call it the #9 love lotion,
and I'll pour it on all the people in devotion,
of being straight-up rude, and let 'em keep strollin'.
I'm tired of trying to be neutral, call up a new poll,
I'm my own pupil, teaching myself, teaching my peers,
it's the only emotion that when you're happy you'll shed tears,
I know those are your fears, the thought of loving for years,
always changing gears, sights toward the cheers, and the beers,
stabbin' the queers, shootin' the deers, who's new here?
After all the killin' is over, we'll find any four-leaf clover,
and we all hopin', on all of our wishes, despite our present riches.
It comes from where? Do you see it? I do ..
The answer is obvious, it comes from you.