What if Love wasn't Love, but Love was lust...
And all things known to loyalty were betrayed by trust?
Have passion become misery, sorrow or grief,
Things to which we have in, now valued disbelief.
If misery truly Loved company, then how could it hurt?
Togetherness and happiness... taken for more than they're worth.
What if Love wasn't Love, but Love was lust?
Surely all we know and stand for wouldn't mean much.
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