Love is the lie that keeps us alive,

When this really just needs to die.

Lack the self respect to walk away from this,

But it’s no ones fault but mine.

And though I know it in my heart,

Im afraid of letting go.

It seems I’d rather grip the rope,

And bare the scars alone.

Because letting go means moving on,

But I need you in my life.

Or perhaps thats just another lie,

That lingers in my mind.

We can tell ourselves that this is love,

When it hasnt been for a while.

Love is the lie that keeps us alive,

And it fills my heart with sorrow.