She doesntk know what love is,
No ones ever shown.
Shes been hurt too many times
To let her heart out on its own.
For her, loves always meant pain.
Wondering if shell ever
be the same.
It means nights spent crying,
Days spent trying.
Hearts that are breaking,
Promises not worth making.
All men can only bring her pain.
She doesnt know what love is.
She tries not to admit it,
To not let people see.
But her broken heart has a way
of sitting on her sleeve.
Her heart longs for it,
Her soul thrusts it away.
She saves herself for a better day.
She doesnt know what love is.
Broken, Shattered,
Tattered and Torn.
Shes lost herself
in her pains endless storm.
Reaching out for hands,
That just dont seem to care.
So she closes the door,
and hides the key.
Maskes herself so they cant see.
But she doesnt know what love is.
