Blinded by some unruly emotions
No wonder when I took the wrong turn
Searching for love in this savage world
Turning over every stone,
Going door to door.
But where to find this true love?
Where does it live?
What does it look like?
I stumbled,I fell but never gave up
For it seemed to be a matter of life and death
But alas! I was wrong. . . . . . . so wrong!
Love isn’t life,as they tell you,it is
You find true love,you may live
And if you don’t,you still stay alive
It’s all just stories,all that fancy talk
No one dies of a broken heart
And “True Love,”it’s a fiction,a myth
A fabrication of an idle mind,it is!