I won't talk about love, much has been said about it

Almost any poem or song you pick up, it is all about it

Instead, I'll talk about why I'll never love.

They believe people are all the same, is that a sign of being sane

Yet they don't hesitate from plunging themselves into the game

Over and over, until they don't remember the name

Of the last one who had treated her like a dame

Why put yourselves into the hands of other people

Why trust others and make yourselves feeble?

No one's going to love you unconditionally people

Why go for that fake-materialistic-socialism type of love

When even there you won't find a keeper?

Its true, I don't even believe this emotions is natural

They must have been put into us by someone unnatural

To keep us trudging upon the path of life, I know I ain't being factual

But as long as I feel that it isn't right, isn't that not the actual?

Logic-driven world, they want us to be rational

But I've realized that what I feel has worth, perhaps more than your rationale

For that's what separates us from becoming Bots-International

Na, I got no love for people cause I find them strange

Understanding them is out of my range

Perhaps its the same on the other side, they see that I'm deranged

Still, curse the moment when I get drawn in, its like water down the drainage