I’m in love with a heart that’s cheap
Its love is free to use
And I must be realistic
I’ll never be his muse
I’m in love with hands that roam
They touch skin that’s not mine
And I must be realistic
I’m not his Valentine
I’m in love with eyes that drift
To any pretty face
And I must be realistic
I’m easy to replace
I’m in love and I am trapped
I need to break away
And I must be realistic
I can’t take another day
Of suffering
Of my crushing heart
Of jealousy and strife
I will go
Away from here
And make another life
