Love's Lottery

Silly girl,
Sitting around, moping,
Waiting to win Love's Lottery.
Don't you know it's futile?

They were lying when they told you
That the best things in life are free.
Free love is a wolf in sheep's clothing;
Free love will rob you blind.

It will adorn you with sweet words,
Make promises until you let it in.
It will intoxicate you
Until you depend on it like air.

And when it gets what it wants,
It will leave you broken.
As fast as it came, it will go,
And you'll be more alone than ever.

Silly girl,
Crying at the drop of a hat,
What you're looking for is real love.
It's a lot harder to find.

Love is not made in a vacuum.
Love can't be won in a game show.
Real love is slow-burning;
The construction lasts for years.

Real love is comfortable.
Real love is total acceptance,
From your finest attribute
To your ugliest flaw.

Real love doesn't fly in with the wind.
It's shipped to you, piece by piece,
And the instruction manual is in Jibberish.
Good luck putting it together.

I'd be happy for you if you found real love,
But I don't think that's the case.
So resent me now while I doubt you,
But I'll be here when your heart is breaking.

I always am, aren't I?