Love, to most, is just a chemical.
Bonds breaking and forming back, just to fall apart again.
To others, it's spiritual,
But I suppose they don't know what it's true feeling is like,
When you fall in too deep and it feels like there's a spear in your soul
That was thrown into you.
Fuck an arrow and a bow,
Love to me is a blade or a knife,
Cutting deep until I bleed and choke on the blood of love itself,
Hoping that I'd get a real taste for it in my life.
See, people see love as wealth.
How many bodies they can count,
Not knowing how much of a euphora it is to know its true hell.
Cause real love hurts, and though it kills me, That's how I discern a love's true worth.
Love is easy to do, but hard at the same time
Words could barely describe it,
But there's no voice to put them into play when you aren't mine,
And it hurts so bad,
In every word of every line,
Cause I don't know my worth to your price.