When did my love stop being my love; where was I when love had changed? Or could it be that my love was not my love, rather my fantasy in a Lovelamd strange?
Why did love not choose my love? why am I left alone? Why did love pass me by but, chose him, then moved on?
Why is love such a hateful thing? I thought love was grand! I gave my love my heart, my mind, my everything. And still I lost my man!