A little girl asked me today,
With her eyes full of hope,
and her face like a dove.
She asked, "Please, I need to ask...
What is the meaning of Love?"
I told her to ask me anything else,
anything but that.
I looked her in the eyes, so innocent and kind.
I could not tell her if I wanted to
She was still yet too young,
with yet too much to go through
Love's for dreamers,
for it really doesn't exist
but in fairy tales and storybooks
and these stupid fat myths.
The true meaning of love?
If you listen I'll say,
But for you romantics out there,
I beg you not to stay.
Love is nothing but an illusion
It messes with your heart
and messes up your brain.
It's nothing but sleepless nights
and causes nothing but endless pain.
It's an ever-growing fire
that's meant to be admired
and cause odd desires
in empty souls just trying to belong
in this empty world of liars.
It consumes you
and spits you out,
till nothing's truly left,
but the ashes of a broken soul
and promises never meant to be kept.
