I used to be a firm believer of heartache
Until I woke to find the stiches mending the break
And if it’s all the same to them
Chalk up another song and let me be healed again
I used to be a strong supporter in every way
Optimism was my creed every day
But as the path began to wind
A reason for a smile was getting so much harder to find
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
When it’s just yours I want
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
I’m spread so thin
I need something to believe in
I used to be a firm believer of the greater good
Until I saw the sad parade of Hollywood
What a shame that we can’t see
The extent of what we know comes from magazines or some kind of screen
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
When it’s just yours I want
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
I’m spread so thin
I need something to believe in
I just can’t do this all alone- I could use a hand
All my hope, it turned to stone
I think you understand
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
When it’s just yours…
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
I’m spread so thin
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
When it’s just yours I want
All this love, it don’t mean a thing
I’m spread so thin
I need something to believe in