We are made to love
I know that fact
But the more love I give
The more pain I receive
So I tried to suppress what is given
No love, no pain
I thought it would be a safe haven
But it was then hatred who came
Without love, hatred exists
And hatred, turns to madness then ends with sadness
It was something I know that I can't risk
So I came back to loving instead
However this time I'll know what to expect
I know what to receive, but I am a sadist
On the way to being numb
And in the middle of being dumb
Loving is exhausting, indeed
But then I thought...
What if I love to no extent but don't expect?
What if, 'expectation' was the culprit?
We give love in expectation to receive love
We give our all to to expect their all
But instead, we receive a small piece
Maybe that's why it hurts, we expect
So from now on, I'll give a love free from expectation
Though it's hard, I know I would be thankful later on
So from now on, I'll just love without expecting people to love me back
In that way, I'll be atleast safe and sound
