if you call this love then what would
you call what we had what we had  it was not love
cause the moment you left was the same
moment i found myself happy free out in the wild
if you call this love then what would i call it a
disease a illness that made me hate oxygen air itself
if you call this love then honey love is kind  
love is not a bruise love is kind love is tender
love is patience love is not loneliness love is feeling
happy not unhappy love is a man loving his woman
love is not a man hitting his woman or mistreating his
woman love is kind love is not abuse