A little piece of my life.

In a sitch like this you've gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way he thinks
And I know you live life for yourself
But it all comes down to the way you help

And I know your life is such a hell
You wake up early and you work until
You have your drinks at 5 o'clock
The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt

Your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well, momma I hope, I dream, that you won't leave

And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
Is it giving up?
Well cause that's not how you raised me, yeah.

In a sitch like this you gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way
She thinks
And I know you work hard everyday
But it all comes down to the way you're
Paid

And I know you're oh so sorry dad
I truly believe that you're a better man
Than to share one kiss then give away
All the love you come home everyday

To your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well daddy, I hope, I dream that she won't leave

And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
Is it giving up?
Cause that's not how you raised me.
And what is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh

See, I don't know anymore;
I used to look up to that love.