The death of love

Human nature, so easily peeled back reverance held in such high regards we can see what everyone else lacks but to fix ourselves is too hard pain the great equalizer of man sorrow death's right hand regret never was a part of the plan but it's easier than joy to understand All these tears were designed to fall but nobody knows why everyone hears the call the voice inside they deny we relax and fall into this charade these patterns blind us with obvoius entrapment but disgression starts to fade and our emotoins tend to run rampant some search for what's already there a lost desire wrapped in an enigma in front of them lying bare burning in thier minds with a stigma it's sad but not depressing what's wrong with this picture? all these defects i'm confessing make for a melodramatic mixture welatch on toattachments to bridle our burdens fill our days with hopeless antics and absurd diversions drowning innocence in pretense no one dances anymore slow to love, quick on defense and we wonder why our hearts are so sore?