The cliché game, its lav­ish pre­tence
More harm­ful in exuber­ance
Lit­ters romance with rub­bish tossed
Of the lines that had been crossed.
Grass is greener on the other side
But no one really does confide
To tell you that the statements false
As from per­son to per­son you waltz.
Be genu­ine in love and not some jerk
Be your­self, make it work
Another cliché her­alds the end
I hope in doing so, I did not offend…