The Idiom of Love

I was drinking wine I was making minds mine I was turning keys I was setting people free I was being deceived By the silent side of me I was welcomed home I was gone away I was free to roam I was told to stay I was being confused By the soul that I had used I was flying by I was flying high I was never questioned why I was prepared to die I was beautified By the ugly side of life I was crying tears I was drowning in my fears I was feeling weak I was releasing my years I was afraid to peak Afraid to get near I was smart enough to be a step ahead She did more crying than I did I was strong enough to be brave She loved enough to be my slave I was dumb enough to let her go She was smart enough to lose hope