I know what love is
I don't want it.

I know what it's like
To be caressed by the lips
That exhale sweet lies.

I know what it's like
To hold the hand of the man
That always lets go.

I know what it's like
To drift asleep in his arms
Only to wake up alone.

I know what love is
I know what it should be
I know how it treats me
I don't want it.