You’ve got it all wrong
love isn’t pain,
It isn’t
death, misery, sadness
It isn’t
a cigarette on a shady day
You call yourself a religious man
I call myself one too
Love is patient, love is kind
You’re a story
livin for drama
puttin’ yourself through
death, misery, sadness
you can’t help it,
you are blind
And that’s the sacrifice
of a writer, never fully content
Like Cain forced to wander