Love is over rated, I hate it, see the true has no value beyond bold whits, "Why should I be obedience and submit to commit, regardless of what you've read, I have no reason to submit, when you confessing your sins but they do not exit, it got to hurt a little bit, I admit I'm a misfit and unfit for love, yet you are counterfeit from your hair to your titts, "How can we fit?" When you half drunk on Instagram to transmit, our eyes met but this isn't it, "How can I think when there's no contact and size words, yet you want equality and harmony in this cold world, like I'm the absent bird, requesting to be heard, but hope's is just a word, and your voice was all I heard as chills came over my body, and the tension emerged, I heard the footsteps of love as it quickly converged, as I hung in the passion dawn, and slowly turned like a flame at the call of the wind as it leaped and burned, as ship and shore set breast to breast under a palm where the pain of love burned, in brimstone lakes, like dead fish floating, I made some mistakes, I understand heart breaks, it takes and it takes and it takes, love obliterates, in every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes, the pain and joys and aches... Mistakes... written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah