Love Judge:

Yeah, you say you love me,
But what does it mean?
It seems like your saying that you want something from me,
But you don't judge me,
You act like everything is just fine,
But I can't help but thinking in the back of my mind,
You don't know me,
Acceptance can be good,
But wisdom and discernment come from knowledge understood.
You should hold me,
To a standard of some kind,
All your words are meaningless if you leave them undefined.

What do you love?
And why is that good?
What do you love?
And why is that good?
What are you going to do about it?
Make it understood.
What do you love?
And what are you going to do about it?

I'm gunna judge you,
You can be better indeed,
I can give you great upgrades,
I'm sure you've got some for me,
I can see through your eyes when your looking at me,
Am I happy with everything I see?

I am gunna judge you, we can be friends,
But because I love you I'll hold you to a standard, to an end,
Love is not a stage it evolves at different levels and stages,
Expanding dialectic spiraling through the ages.
Deeper and wider is better and more inclusive,
While faith and rationality are mutually exclusive,
I'm makin these skillful judgements with compassion and conviction,
The judgments you make about judgements are performative self contradictions.

When it comes to what is objective,
no ones opinion is worth respecting unless that opinion is true.
I want to know your opinion,
Because I want to get to know you,
It's fine if you don't know,
But your acting like you do,
And that's where I take issue with the fact,
Coming dressed in black,
And you can't support your claims,
You ask me to let it go,
Agree to disagree, - man that is lame,
If I was spreading lies and child abuse,
Could I ask you the same?
- It's no big deal. Don't worry about it. - NO,

I'm gunna judge you,
You can be better indeed,
I can give you great upgrades,
I'm sure you've got some for me,
I can see through your eyes when your looking at me,
Am I happy with everything I see?

Love is recognizing your self in the other.
Really we only love our self.
In this way our love can only extent as far as our concept of self.
The heart is just a mussel.
Compassion is understanding,
And that is a cognitive act.