You stupid FOOL, you do it every time

When you open up your mouth to speak your mind

Unchain the beast that lies inside

Unveil the truth that you so try to hide

Revealing to the world just what you feel forgetting the fact that the world can be oh so cruel

So why is it that you just continue, over and over and over and over, and over again to keep hitting yourself with that hammer called love?

Simply because the pain feels so good

But the simple fact, is once you’ve stopped that euphoria is gone and all that love brings, comes the devastation of pain, bruises, and scarring

The open wounds of what once was or could’ve been to be exposed

Deep dark chrisom intertwined with the salted waters of remembrance

Rushing to the rivers of regret, oceans overextended

And just when you thought that it was all over and you’d gotten rid of this pestilence, this parricidic virus, it shows back up only to remind you of the pain

Pleasure, all of those thoughts have been buried; the flowers have been sent and the stone placed

So why oh why again do you put yourself through this unthinkable?

Is there really any explanation? Any resolve? Any pure, for sure, untainted definite answer?

And the answer is… That’s love