Innocence

I wonder what it’s like to love. I sit and stare, wondering— wondering life away.
I wonder what if I would be happy if I fell in love. I wonder if things would stay this way.
Would life really be so sweet like they make it seem in the movies? Would it be real?
Would it be something scripted, or would it be a burning passion that I could feel?

People say that love is amazing, that it’s the best feeling in the entire world.
But how can that be when there are people dying every day because of love’s peril?
I hear that people kill themselves because of unrequited love. I hear them cry.
I hear that people go insane and do things that they say they’d never do— they’d rather die.

But I see them go crazy. I see them do what they promised never to do.
I see them go against their word just to get a moment with her, with him— with you!
How is it only her fault? His fault? Your fault! It’s your fault. They are not to blame.
No, you monster. It’s not my fault. It’s your fault! You and your manipulative game!

You play and you talk as if you can make dreams come true. You make promises to break.
And people, innocent people, they fall in your grasp and all you do is take and take.
You take everything them and leave sucked dry. You’ve taken everything and left them with nothing!
They’re nothing now because of you. You took their life away, their reason, their everything!

What worth is there in a person once they’ve found you, you horrid, cruel thing?
You’re not human. You’re right. You’re just as good as a momentary fling.
You make them happy for what they hope would be forever— and then you leave!
You make them think you’re theirs, but I can see now, you only deceive!

You monster! You beast! I’ll never fall under your control— never! I’ll die first!
And if it comes to that, then yes, yes, I will take on the role of villainous worst!
You can make me seem like the fool, you can make me someone I’m not.
But I’d rather die first, and hopefully, I won’t be where it’s hot.

Oh, no. I will not burn in Hell at your expense! I will not! You will not make me suffer.
I would rather die happily and without ever meeting you— I’d rather never have a lover!
I don’t want to feel like the others. I don’t want to go crazy. I don’t want to die!
Not for you. Never for you. No, never. I will die for me, for me, my only reason why!

You monster, you beast. You will never have a place in my heart.
You will never belong. You will only be separated and apart.
It’s my choice to take this path, and I decide to live without you.
The lack of passion, the lack of love, it will all have to do.