love is always a good thing.... or is it?
just writing from experience
you once told me you loved me true
said my heart was precious to you
you say it's love - but it's the hurting kind
my heart says that's who you are
could be love means less to you than it does for me
did you think I wouldn't care you were untrue
your love - it's the hurting kind
my broken heart says that's all you'll know
all the nights you told me
that you needed me
were they just a line to get what you thought you'd need
all those nights I sat alone
you never thought to call
now I see your love for me
can't touch your love for you
ah your love - it's the hurting kind
you think it's a game - well I don't want to play
your love - it's the hurting kind
my heart's telling me
let it go.