You were a paroxysm of heat

When I was ice-cold

I clung to you long enough

And you became my mould

So healing

So comforting, you were

Yet,the pleasure soon walked out of the door

You were like a band-aid, now I know

Seized me at first

Then you let me go

I was swayed,

I thought this what it feels like.

But it wasn't love, my dear.

It wasn't love.

Maybe it was affection

Or maybe pure desperation

But now I know that when I said I loved you

I didn't mean it

Now I know when you said you loved me

you didn't mean it

Cause the spark is already gone

And my love tank is done

It's just as empty as your empty one

They drained quickly to reassure us

That our hearts were lied upon

That it wasn't love,

It wasn't love, my dear.