Do You Love Me

I’ve heard of this thing called love It is such a horrible thought it sneaks its way into people’s lives and slowly watches them rot I’ve heard of this thing called love My mother explained it to me It tricks you into falling for it So, the other person leaves you empty I’ve heard of this thing called love Which my friend called a pretty sight I guess she never was home When her parents would bicker and fight I’ve heard of this thing called love And whatever it is I do not want it I never could, I never will No, I don’t want it a bit I’ve heard of this thing called love And it is such a horrible thought So, the day he asked, “Do you love me?” I said, “No, of course not”.