Second Hand Emotion

Do you love without a limit
Or do you limit your love
Does your heart have compassion
Or are you a heartless ass thug

For what's love but a second hand emotion
One that can quickly & easily cloud our mind
In a world full of corruption and loud commotion
What better way is there to invest our time

We're all trying to find it in one capacity or another
Some find it but for many it's an endless journey
Typically our first encounter of it is from our mother
Then we compete for it like the sweet sixteen tourney

Yearning to feel the warmth of another's embrace
Seeking to receive heartfelt unconditional affection
Far too many times people look in the wrong places
Then eventually build up fortresses of self protection

Because deception is a weapon used in the game
The players of which we're told we shouldn't hate
Yet that game is notorious for inflicting deep pain
As the culprits keep removing fucks from our plate

Then it's too late when they've all been depleted
For our hearts become locked tighter than Ft. Knox
At which point we no longer want to receive it
As the hour glass sand comes to a complete stop