If you think that love is perfect
Then you are a fool
You are yet to learn the basics
Come, go back to school

You expect love to be perfect
Wait! Did I hear ‘expect’?
If your love’s full of expectations
Then for you I’ve no respect

If you’re looking for a perfect love
You’re most probably ill
Love is flawed, love is silly
Far from perfect still

She comes first to elate me
Only then to berate me
My experiences tell me
Love must surely hate me

Her cold manners break me
Her cold hands forsake me
And tomorrow, like today
Love will proceed to ache me

She would never want to kill me
With her jeers she will fill me
After years of torture her
Favourite toy is still me

Last time I think I told you
How I had locked up my past
I guess I didn’t think it through
For the solution didn’t last

It did a lot of antics
To come out of its cell
I resisted all its tricks
But it didn’t turn out very well

It stressed me more and more
To have it kicking my head
So I had to open the door
Before it drove me mad

Then I thought it was easy
To just let it out of my head
Why keep it in rent-free?
I could do better instead

So this time it was I
The one with the final kick
Waved a last goodbye
No more dirty trick

Now it is safe I’m sure
No more agony and dread
A perfect resolution
Tranquility in my head

Often I encountered strain
With this shady thing called Past
My vulnerable brain
Was about to have a blast

It stirred my focus at work
I felt exhausted at home
The feeling of being stuck
With consequences to come

So I had to find a cure
A permanent remedy
So I opened up the door
Of my brain quite readily

In the corner there I locked
My disturbing past forever
Hid the key then blocked
Its exit to wherever

And once that it was done
I felt happier and free
Applauded my decision
Brewed myself some tea