Love Crisis
Is this love, or is this obsession
Is it just me
Or is this a confession
This is life, teaching me a lesson
I’ve missed too many days, but now class is in session
Maybe there’s more I need to mention,
Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut
I do this out of love
I do this out of hate, don’t forget about me
Discriminate, this is just that
Life is what you make it but mines going off track
I’m starting to slack
Fall away and fall back
Decoding this simulation is too hard to crack
And the mistakes pile up in stacks
And my baggage lies open in sight
You have yours and I have mine
I’ve been denied, I’ve been pushed to the side
I’m left with the baggage and mistakes piled up so high
They tower about me, and block me in
They are all written in codes of sin
And sometimes it’s okay to drift
To lose yourself in all of this
The love, the obsession, the untrustworthy tricks
The mistakes, the baggage, and the suffering within
But the real question is
Is it just me, or do I not even exist
This love is compulsive
This obsession is thick.
