They say I don't know love,
That's why no partner stays above.
They claim I've never felt the sting,
As if my heart's a hollow thing.

They say, Brad, you're cold and selfish,
As if a bruise comes with a wish.
They think my tears are but a lie,
And love has never made me cry.

But they don't see the scars I bear,
The way love left me gasping...