In the portrait of love i have no place,
Just look at the frame, a battered disgrace...

Sometimes I stop to see myself and say, where am i...
Am I on the right track, Or just a river flowing...

You want to know what hurts the most?
Not losing him, not that he likes one of my...

What is love, Love can't see you and you can't see...
Love is a sneaky thing I guess sort of slick...

The world can take our precious goods and tear...
It can rob us of our money make our lives so hard...