Infatuation Concentration

::dedicated to all fakers::

the word love is used too loosely
it's thrown at length and profusely

"I love her" and "she loves him"
we say it on the slightest whim

you say love and for a while it seems sure
but not long after your intentions are impure

when the slightest trouble arises you bail out and quit
showing that your "undying love" wasn't worth spit

well hang you and your professed love, liars
we should round you fakers up for the bonfire

broken hearts are left where your hope stood
in the end we all knew you never could or would

your love is only infatuation and poor people suffer
but you don't care, you have rebound lovers to buffer

your love is all lust, nothing special about you
all you're here for is to lie, cheat, and screw