But love is a demon devouring our hearts,
Putting butterflies in our stomachs,
A make-believe that we're flying,
But we are actually falling and falling until we're fallen,
Like angels thrown down from heaven.
And just like that, we are nothing but specks.
Loving and leaving without a trace.
Like mist evaporating even before touching the ground,
We hang on to spaces waiting to be found,
Hoping we could fit in to whom we are bound.
Oh love is a demon devouring our hearts,
And we are the willing sinners from the start,
Chasing the greatest temptation,
Diving into the depths of emotions,
Believing it can save us, but everything is just a delusion.