Love

It was simple when you ask me to explain "what is love?" But it was not when you ask me how to tell apart real love A time came when I was challenged by Fate I learned to love someone at the expense of self-hate Learning to love yourself is not someone else's job But exactly what I did when I was a young warthog Until now, it comes to haunt me in the silence What could've been if I'd given up my idealistic vices Although it's useless to think now when it happened 5 years ago But I guess it really is love that I still yearn for its morrow