There is no sincere heart, no genuine love
To lift me and start to piece together my jig-sawed parts.
I can cry on my own, though it leaves me a stone,
Statue-girl in the morning when I wake alone.

I will wait my turn for heartache and heartbreak
To fade and I'll learn to rise from the ashes when burned.
I know I'm not innocent, I have done you wrong,
Said things I had not meant, left you hard as cement.

But I will love who I want to love and
I want to love no one.

There is no dire need to stick around me,
To make sure I'm alright; I'm sturdy as concrete.
You could say that my heart is ice, that warmth is no friend of mine.
I say farewell to the spring of love; winter suits me just fine.

And I will love who I want to love and
I want to love no one.

There is no profound truth that can keep me with you
No passion I have found that left me free of wounds.
There is no love I've known than did not cut to the bone,
Given more than it's taken or made me feel less alone.

I will love who I want to love and
I want to love no one.

I want to love no one.