Few Believe In Love Poem by frosted fire

All i’ve got in my head is all this mess
and when I try to confess, I think I need a bless
its all this running around, running till despair
and when I try to repair, id really like to be dead

So many people trying to find
someone so nice and someone who likes
everybody wants to have some love
but nobody really thinks of love
of love, of love, of love

Ive been watching you, watching all your thoughts goin around
you kept me lying underground
but then you wondered why I’m not found
its all this running around, running till despair
and when I try to repair, id really like to be dead

So many people trying to find
someone so nice and someone who likes
everybody wants to have some love
but nobody really thinks of love
of love, of love, of love