You want to fall in love
when you are not able to love yourself

You fall in love with fools
in order to feel loved

Predators who pretend
that they love you

Enjoy each cm of your body
In the name of "love"

And you inner beauty
slowly fades away

Years and years will pass by
you are going to get older

Your body will not be your
main asset anymore

You will want to be loved
for what you are

But after so many years
your inner beauty

have faded away
and you hate yourself

You hate yourself for the choices
The desperate choices you 've made

In moments of despair and loneliness
Was it worth it?

Few moments of pleasure and "love"
in exchange for your soul?