How can you feel that you are being loved?
Is it with tears on your pillow every night?
Or is it with screaming bad dreams out of light?
Maybe when you felt an ache just like a stab in the middle of your heart.

How can I feel that I was being loved?
Was it during those times that I felt betrayed?
Was it whenever I felt lonely and alone?
Or maybe when I feel being ignored and taken for granted all along.

If all of those strange feelings we're called love,
If all of those anguish feelings considered as love,
If all of those hurtful things I endured was being loved,
Then I would refused to be loved, I would resist to be loved.