• Love is not a given it's a privilege,
    It can push you over the edge,
    Or spin you around until your dead,
    Then crash your nerves into the wall,
    And force you down until you fall,
    Then make you feel immeasurable small,
    Soon you'll cry yourself into a ball,
    A balled up game of pain and shame,
    While you're suffering from the of love fame,
    As you grow accustom to the inhumane,
    And gradually become insane.