I'm walking through paths less traveled, to gain a little more respect. And for unfortunate reasons I trust in love, and recieve less than what I expect. It's just like the morning light that eluminates through the window, and it suggests. Love is just an obstacle one consumes, to treat lust as passion, one assumes. I know this person, the name I wont mention still yet I fell for it. He's full of regret he's full of redemption and what I hated most was his lack of attention is it so hard to see? Love is a feeling one cant control, love is a feeling that will leave you feeling lonely and old. Love is full of forgiveness, and you I cant forgive with endless possibilities I lost track between you and me. Seems nothing is certain you close the door and draw the curtain confess love is me meanwhile your'e creepin', I guess that's how love has to be. Love is an obstacle one consumes, to treat lust as passion, one assumes.