Hello loneliness, goodbye love
I'm tired of being abused & being misused
I've had my share of romance, no more for me
I'm lockin' up my heart & throwin' away the key.

I'm sick of love, and I'm in the thick of it.

remember that love is like kerosene. The more you have, the more you burn. (p199)

My days of love are over; me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of which they made before, — In short, I must not lead the life I did do;
The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er,
The copious use of claret is forbid too,
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes
Locked in endless dreams
Th' extreme of all extremes
Ope no more, for now Love dies.

And I would have, now love is over,
An end to all, an end:
I cannot, having been your lover,
Stoop to become your friend!

I start to think that I'm losing the love I have without having yet won the love I hope to win.

Now I know what love is worth
In a broken world
But I can't get past the hurt
Till I give up on these
Stupid little things.

Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life.
We're quits: stupid to draw up a list
of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.

Though I battle blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game.

Love is a worn-out concept anyway—and one that quickly leads to terrible decisions and, even worse, pop music.[

I dare you to take me on
I dare you to show me your palms
I'm so bored of cowards who say they want (love)
Then they can't handle love

I gave up the love of learning for the love of oblivion—the two cannot live together.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.