This Thing Called Love

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