What is love?
What is love to you?
Is it something you use?
Is it something you want to abuse?
Is it something you don't know?
Or is it something that makes your heart beat slow?
What is love to you?
Is it something you haunt?
Or is it something you steal and then taunt?
Is love what you need;
That you take with such greed?
Or do you kill it with fake words
like the whistles of shamed birds?
I guess love to you
is not really there.
Is not really true.
