In truth, I don't hate Valentines Day,
Or the dentist who drills my decay, my tooth,
After all those candy-heart-sweets, after the kissing booth.
On the outside I look tough to love,
Like I'm too tough for love
But I'm not, no one is,
After all you're sweet,
Sometimes.
In truth I'm still alone,
I don't mind but,
All I wanted was for you to call my heart a home
But it's not, this day only makes it worse.
Because I'm the hopeless romantic without hope
Because I'm the flower without color
Because I'm just a bird without a song to sing
What makes people think love is a wrong thing?
What happened to flattery, to feeling?
Or to a kiss that made fireworks, sending conscience reeling?
Valentines Day has lost it's touch,
I don't mind but
Mankind's hate is much too much.
A man once said
"Love makes love."
But now he's dead,
The balance of power has switched
Every man bewitched with hate
So every second on this god-forsaken date,
I remember what love once meant.
