• What is it with this?
    It is a bitter thing
    It is a sweet thing
    It is a good thing
    It is an evil thing
    A pityfull emotion that makes happiness
    Turn into sorrow
    It can make a man live
    It can make a man die
    It feeds the hungry
    It clothes the poor
    It makes the weak strong
    It is here for a minute
    And gone the next
    And the loveless lovable
    It is abundt
    But yet it is dwindling fast
    Make it last
    While you still can
    I hate the wretched thing
    Want it to leave me alone
    But just before you go
    Please do know
    Don't say you love me