I don't think I was made for love
I don't think I was born from love
Yet I see love all around me
in strangers, friends and enemies

Yet, even as I take a step
I'm only pushed much farther
Perhaps I could have been a lover
had I learnt it from my father

But my father really is a lover
He's never learnt to show it
Could I be the one to break the cycle
or be the one to cower