Love is a mockery of all that's right, Because my world does not know how to feel Or genuinely care for what is real. We give ourselves away for just one night. So when the truth is brought to light, All know that it will take a while to heal, And that such love is far form the ideal. Yet for real love we seem to've lost the fight. Can we let feeling take what we hold dear, And replace it with guilt beyond belief? This cannot be the plan ordained for me. So now I'll chose to live without the fear, And let myself be bathed in sweet relief, For love and I simply do not agree.