I’m in love with love but I’d hate to be
One of those silly girls who fail to see
That love is destructive to all that it touch
It is like an old nail that eventually rusts.
In truth I know I sound like a bitter woman scorned
And I know some of you are torn
You want to believe that true love is true
And I’m sure there a million like you
There’s nothing wrong in wanting to believe
I guess I myself am much to damaged to recieve
The kind of love I seem to be void of.