Psychotic Ramblings

Hug me tight once more,
tell me still,
that you are my fool for love.
And I will tell you still,
That right and wrong doesn’t matter

Such childish promises -
That only a teen in love could sprout
Welcome to the real world they say
Where only sex and money counts
Love’s just Lust.
Play your cards right,
And you might just get a Happily Ever After.

Damn the crap.

If that’s reality,
I rather be a psycho
And live my life in a ward
At least there, I could dream
And stop lying.