• Love is a strange thing
    that doesn't play by the rules

    It conquers us unfairly
    and leaves us to fend for ourself
    as we try to protect it

    We're its slave
    and it's our master

    We feel what it feels
    and rarely does it ever feel happy
    for it's often filled with darkness

    Ever since the first sin
    love is confused with addiction

    It's a strange thing, a feeling
    that has no explanation
    but lives like a parasite

    And as it takes over my own body
    I begin to realize

    Love has no direction
    nor does it have a goal to aim for
    Love is just as confused as we are

    Love is a strange thing
    that doesn't even love itself

    Oh, the irony