Aware

Yet you still bother to ask why I don't believe in love,

If beauty is all that you see then the "love" becomes lust,

You crave my affection, my body, my charm,

Not me, not my soul, not who I am,

You claim to love me and look into my eyes,

Telling me stories, it's fiction, white lies,

Believe me when I say love isn't real,

It's something we would dream of but isn't ideal,

Love is a fantasy,

Makes us forget about reality,

The sensation isn't love, we just have a lustful urge,

So open up your eyes and read between the lines,

Know that nothing lasts forever and the feeling will soon fade,

Don't lose your dignity, remember the price you paid.

This isn't love, you don't love me,

This isn't love and you're not sorry

I dreamt about us together

You put your hand on my shoulder

I said that I loved you

Put us both in trouble,

But I loved you