If love is a flame
Then I got burned
But it seems to be false love
For which my heart yearned
A darker flame than love
This flame must be lust
I was burned to a cinder
My heart is now dust

Cupid's arrow hit me
Now I've bled to death
But I was revived
Once I lost my last breath
This cherub was a nasty one
His arrow pierced my mask
I could be smithing a stronger one
But losing this one's my task

The drug of love
Is my addiction
It's a hell of a high
A fall's my prediction
My dealer went bust
My supplies are low
I can shoot up no longer
Time is too slow

If love is a blade
Then I have been cut
Shredded to ribbons
It was painful, but
Love's blade may have sliced me
I may be left scarred
But I was only run through
Because I let down my guard

Cut by the blade and Hooked on the drug
Pierced by the arrow and burned by the flame
Most people would feel bad
But I have nobody to blame
I was caught out
This time “love” wasn't true
But who gives a fuck?
False love's a blast too.