Did I know my love was small
Even though I felt it was large?
My love was selfish, though
I thought it would recharge.

What is love, anyway?
What is it when it is wrong?
Is it still love when it's misplaced
And you're not singing the same song?

Will I rediscover love
Just like I'm discovering me?
Will it give me hope for the future
Or just be discouraging?