I: clockwise anticlockwise: g

I tune love, clockwise

In a simple mechanic of the human realm, in love says I care about you too, and the thought

A dial between

Of you, I ask why have anything to do with the freaks, I know they dont care about me or you

Rotating anticlockwise

No matter how much you love me, the more you’re around these people, the more you’ll be

Unfeeling as them, yet makes you more human, and the more hopelessly in love I become

Contrariwise, g

In our own need to be liked, we express our selves mercy at other human loves

Synching me with you

A mechanic of love is, why care what anyone thinks of me or you, I want you to love me, too

Love me, I’m begging you!