Where there’s no love, it’s cold

Why do we deny ourselves love

And why do we choose suffering over happiness,

How do we create such a mess

By trying to be something that we really are not,

We can be so fickle and can far to easily

Follow the ways which others tell us we should be,

That we end up losing our authenticity,

Denying ourselves because colour and creed

Denying ourselves over faith and sexuality,

We do we do these things

That means that our hearts bleed,

Why do we not follow our hearts

And choose the pain and suffering,

Of living life the way we’re told

Where there’s no love it’s very cold,

And you’ll regret this when you’re old.