Another relationship down the drain,
What the hell is love these days?
Broken hearts and broken pride,
Empty words and misty eyed.
Stagnant phrases that sound so true,
When did people stop meaning "I do?"
One week, a month, three or four,
Then one turns around and slams the door.
A short while later, if lucky, the pain has gone,
They both stand up, they both move on.
Uncaring, untrusting, drunken nights,
Pleasure for pleasures sake, petty fights.
Last kisses, long goodbyes,
Unfaithfulness and troubled lies.
Phrases repeated for whoever it happens to be,
At the time they seem special but they don't mean a thing.
They’ll just be stored up and used for someone knew,
And if someone's lucky they just might be true.
Another relationship down the drain,
What the hell is love these days?
The same old things written in verse,
Isn’t love worth more than words?
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