What do I do?
When the only thing I love is you?
And you left me on a curb
Food for the vultures of society
Cut up and bruised,
I fall to my knees
Wishing someone would help me please
The louder I call the worse it gets
After a while I learned to be silent
The less I called out
The less it hurt when no one came
If this is what love is,
Then I'll gladly stay away from it......
