Haddaway

Roses are red, violets are blue

I only wish my neighbor knew

The golden rule

They teach in schools

Leaves this part out

‘Cause no one knows what we’re talking about

But we hear it in our songs

And we all just sing along

Thinking that we're falling in

Just like a trap, like you’re inside

It’s in your mind, not in your heart

I can’t tell apart the different kinds!

Like it’s a thing that you can make

But we all know you can’t fabricate it

You can’t arrange it

‘Cause it’s not an arrangement

Like a bunch of roses

All colored red from broken noses

And bleeding hearts, my beating heart

Can’t be still, ‘cause this is real

I don’t know you but I know what I feel

If it’s a trap, it was made for me

That’s why they call it destiny

The ground below, the sky above

I think I’m falling, falling in

Man, I feel you, Haddaway

I just wish I had a way

To put my feelings into thoughts

‘Cause just emotions are like the ocean

Go overboard and then you’re lost

What’s the cost? Just chemicals

That tell my brain we’re animals

But that sounds wrong

‘Cause this is wrong

But it felt so right

Maybe just the thought is nice

Just like a story, Romeo

And Taylor Swift don’t know me though

Maybe Disney knows what’s true

Cause theirs is true

As opposed to fake

First kisses, then we go to make

Excuses, saying “it’s not there”

Like it was something in the air

‘Cause it has power that feels sublime

But power is just work over time

So now it’s work?

Man, life’s a jerk

Cause it speeds up faster every time

My time to work is nine to five

So let’s just say that it’s an art

That comes directly from the heart

When it’s not there, it’s not my fault

So how come it hurts?

Maybe to feel, you have to choose it first

It's not about feelings or lack thereof

It's a verb to choose to

It's patient, kind, it doesn't boast
It condones the least but forgives the most
It demands perfection, yet looks past flaws
It's pleased with little, but demands it all
And what we all can't seem to get
Is that we never fully deserve it
We think it's a fact
Like day and night
Or that it's a right
But it's not! It's an act
It has an object
And that's us!
We didn't choose it; It chose us!
It came down and gave its life
For us to live, He had to die
'Cause here on Earth, it's gonna hurt
Rip out your heart, 'cause to be safe
Outside of heaven, there's just one place
To keep your heart all whole and well:
The hardest, darkest pit of Hell.
They say it's blind, and that it's strong
But if yours is blind, then you chose wrong
So choose to serve, but make it known
This thing of yours is second to One
If you don't agree before too late
This thing will look a lot like hate
'Cause they won't get it; all that they saw
Is that you didn't follow their law
So don't fret about feeling,
Or feeling too much
Just arrange your priorities in such

A way so that, when push comes to shove,

The one you choose is the One you

EDIT: I want to make sure this is clear. This is a spoken word that should be read and understood as a sort of personal narrative or journey. The first stanza presents a flawed yet very common viewpoint, a very worldly and secular one. The second stanza transitions into the disillusionment of that viewpoint and a state of questioning and confusion, a common consequent of the first stage. The final stanza presents truth as I understand it, to the best of my ability in this limited form to convey truth. As with nearly any viewpoint, there are nuggets of truth in all three stanzas/stances, but only the last one should be interpreted as largely in line with my understanding.