Love makes me crazy, it keeps me going wherein the world I lived it grows and as it grows does it makes me a psychopath? Does it jeopardize my being as a human?
You see, the world I lived in is a world where Psychologist live.
Love makes me trapped, it makes me hold back wherein I fear to lose you and are eager to protect but does it makes me free? Does it look humane?
You see, the world I lived in is a world where Prisons are built.
Love makes me helpless, it gives me hope in every tomorrow that I see you and in every sunset that I don’t does it makes me sustained? Does it seem human?
You see, the world I lived in is a world where I get Robed.
Love is everything, it only takes to feel is to believe and to think is to see does it makes sense? Does it make you?
You see, the world I lived in is a world where I belong.