They Call It Love

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[Verse 1]
They call it love, but it’s painted gold,
A show for the world, a story they’ve sold.
Draped in designer, they wear their worth,
But under the surface, what’s it all worth?

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not the heart, it’s the frame they adore,
A fleeting rush, always wanting more.
They don’t love, no, they just assume,
It’s their reflection that lights the room.

[Chorus]
They call it love, but it’s not the same,
It’s a shallow spark in a hollow flame.
It’s not the soul, it’s the shiny things,
Crowning themselves as pauper kings.

[Verse 2]
A mirror’s truth is a cruel disguise,
It shows the wealth, but not the lies.
They hold their image, they clutch their pride,
But where’s the warmth they try to hide?

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not connection, it’s a transaction,
A hollow gaze, a fleeting attraction.
They don’t feel, no, they just take,
A fragile mask that’s bound to break.

[Chorus]
They call it love, but it’s not the same,
It’s a shallow spark in a hollow flame.
It’s not the soul, it’s the shiny things,
Crowning themselves as pauper kings.

[Bridge]
Oh, they crave the glow, they need the show,
But love’s a depth they’ll never know.
They dress it up, they play the part,
But you can’t fake a beating heart.

[Final Chorus]
They call it love, but it’s a facade,
A temple built on dreams that are flawed.
It’s not the truth, it’s a hollow crown,
A fleeting throne that’s crashing down.

[Outro]
So they call it love, but I see the game,
A kingdom of mirrors, no heart to claim.
They don’t love, no, they just pretend,
And in the end, they’re left again.

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