No Thanks Love

Love, you can keep it, it makes me feel sick. It's not good, it's an evil trick. Just like playing on a ouija board, it's not your dead relatives, it's a dark overlord. It's not when the wind finally ceases, it's when it returns and violently increases. I fell for its lure, I fell for its charm, it did me no good, all it did was harm. So, no thanks love, I know the real you, go show someone else the wonders that you do.