Lust, Love, Hate, Pain
The boat rocks heart's clock,
time goes by but does not fly
hate, pain are they really that different
pain, lust they aren't far from heaven.
laying in the cold watching nothing but clouds
feeling forsaken from yourself
no-one to talk to everyone's so far
you heart dies slowly away from a tart.
But really what I'm saying is love is not what we all think