Love is cheap only when it's not real love at all.
Real love that is true cost something but it didn't cost you so to you it means nothing at all.
For love you didn't bleed for love you don't do squat.
But catered to is what you want. To be livin' high and free (supposedly), in your delusions.
The truth is this you need a reality check. You are on a leash and a short one at that.
And Satan rides that back and what do you do about it?
Here's the truth about the fantasy where you live. Satan spins a web of lies in which you are  
caught. Spun his wickedness, your eyes are blind. Maybe by your own choice.
Now under filth and darkness, you think you like being rode like some hound from Hell.
Yes, a dog is what you've been reduced to. And all you are is a dog returning to the  
vomit continually. Deceived into believing vomit is good stuff.
And you think anyone with any real knowledge and sense with eyes opened whats some of that?
Not today or any other. You need just to keep your vomit to yourself. Trust me I'm not the one missing out.