What is love but a mutual exchange of selflessness for selfishness’ sake?
Selfishness is the coal that powers the steam engine
That makes our lives chug along the way they tend to do-
Not inherently evil as we have made it out to be.
What is love but that knowledge that maybe,
If he had asked me to,
I’d turn myself inside out for him?
Love is nothing but how much you’re willing to give in order to receive.
Because what is a relationship
But symbiotic capitalization? A reciprocated exploitation?
You wouldn’t love someone if they had nothing left to give,
If you had nothing left to gain.