I don’t buy it;
That there’s more than what meet the eye,
That there could be such a beautiful thing in this filthy living of ours.
I bet it’s just two people who get along pretty well with each other.
It can’t be;
That those I see walking in pairs possess anything else other than social skills.
I see them court each other, but what the big deal about it?.
I only know we got to make babies, but what the fuss about it?.
I’m in disbelief;
That some kind of Devine energy keeps people attached.
Just like a sticker put up against time; I see them walk together along the street, up and down the road,
But months later; they become like strangers.