Chances

Chances are, cause I wear this silly grin The moment you come into view Chances are you think that I'm in love with you Oh, Why do we do this to ourselves? We do this over and over and over and over again Ah, we're all just going around in circles If one equals one then how comes so much that it hurts you Worst truths the fact is this is actually self-inflicted You've only got yourself to blame and the whole things into stitches Let bygones be bygones cos all we all want is love And we chase it like rat race for the papers So man stands for it's baby I've broken love again, who would'a thought I've heartbroken and it would come again Fuck it then, might as well get a bun in the oven then Lonely salvage, it's not like this planet's overcrowded But then people should adopt more And clock to recreation should of stopped for, a second We got babies having babies for their self more What are we doing? We acting as we should? Are we being proper humans? If love's the most powerful energy that exists How come it only lasts a bit and then afterwards feels like shit We sit there and tell ourselves, nope, never again, love's not for me I'm going celibate friends Then all it bloody takes is a half decent conversation With the opposite sex and your back on the act and you've mated Never forsaken, always the top of contemplation but who can blame us The whole globe runs a fornication Sex sells, so why are we not all millionaires I mean someone's making money, but no one seems to care Three quarters still asleep Living life within a dream And working half for fifty weeks And spend two to think a piece We're all trapped up in this circle of love Once found it's then lost Cos one felt it wasn't enough Ah, this is all just meant to be Vicious circle of wishful purposed energy And eventually we come to the concluded rested peace That love is more about pain than it seems It's crazy how we do it I mean love is all there is about us humans We love each other spiritually, consciously coexist But that same love of ego's left society where it is, so The question is, can we truly love? Why love ironically will be the end of us soon enough True love does exist, I believe it to my gut It just takes two souls to make it to take it through the rough But fuck, I mean easier said than done This paranoia's a bitch and jealousy's a cunt And how we think we're ready to share love with someone else We can't even love this planet let alone ourselves It's like we should take our hearts and put it on a shelf Just leave that there for you and nobody else But of course the opposite sex can love each other We got fathers, brothers, sons, daughters, sisters and mothers But husbands and wives it's normally theirs in trouble Sweet honey moon period and then clickgoes your bubble You can stay together and in love just like some do But ask those that are now they'll tell you it's a struggle so Are we all destined for cursed marriage? Or is it that nothing comes easy that's worth having? It's upto you what to do with love once you found it You can feed it from your soul or let your ego drown in it I stand astound, have I clapped it here in this rhyme Love's only relevant to an actual period of time I sit back and smile through my crooked teeth I'm done looking for love Im'a let love come look for me Chances are cause I wear this silly grin The moment you come into view Chances are you think that I'm in love with you