Love's A Disease

Love's a disease that I just can't escape It may be contagious or maybe not Maybe I'll suppress them in me and let them rot Times were great when we were young When nothing felt wrong We used to hold hands without any hesitation But our hearts used to beat fast, increased precipitation We couldn't even look each other in the eye Because we were so shy So madly in love Those were the best times I'll always put above When a flower needs water, it turns brown But when a woman needs a man, she can only frown And hope that one day her lost man will return for her