Go on,
Keep talking like I am listening
Like I am there
You can speak to me in your dial tone
You can act like you are being fair
But the way you come around,
Only when it is good for you,
Is not being fair at all
How come when I need you,
You are never there?
When did best friends become mere acquantences?
When did misery become our love?
When did we start longing for pain and blood?
Where is the love?
Where did it go?
Sad and sorrowful
I need to know
Where is the love?
Where?
Where did it go?