It's a disguise

Its never straight forward

It's not as easy as catching the common flu,
But when it comes, be warned, years of inner turmoil for you.
I've looked and failed, of that I can assure,
But it's a disease and unfortunately it has no cure.

Could never see us burning out or fade away,
I pictured us together, both happy and a lot of grey.
Your smile was infectious, personality addictive,
But love is a lie, it's really a sickness.

Sometimes you think it's done magically
But in reality it always ends tragically.
It blinds your mind, stops your heart from seeing the truth,
Even when in front of your eyes is laid the proof.

Lies, lies and even more bloody lies,
It's not love, it's despair in disguise.
I thought there was something when we gazed eye to eye,
But all I was left with was some sweet sorrows
and not even a goodbye.