I used to believe in this thing called love
I used to think that is was a giddy feeling,
One with fast beating hearts and happy ending dreams
But no,
It\'s more of a warm feeling
Bittersweet at most, for me anyway
My experience with love was like a maze
You had to hit the walls so many times,
before finding that open door
My heart has bandages around it, but they\'ll hold
And as I grow older, wiser, I\'ll see it that my heart may heal
I\'ll tell my story about this thing called love
The one where it\'s not a giddy feeling,
with fast beating hearts and happy dreams
But the one where I get a warm feeling
The one that\'s bittersweet
Hell, for me anyway