Staring at the ceiling Thinking what is it I've been missing Through these 20-some-odd years that I've been here Well I have had some lovers But that just led to suffering To dead end roads and slamming doors So here I lie upon the floor Staring up and beg no more Heartache for this withered soul So I'm asking Why love is such a hard thing I'm talking to the walls again I swear that they've been closing in In this one bedroom house that I can't afford Too scared for something new If the glove won't fit don't try the shoes Just setting yourself up for disappointment and blues So I'm crying Why love is such hard thing I'm looking at the looking glass But all I see is my reflection looking back And it's asking Why love is such a hard thing Oh why is love, is love Is love such a hard thing It's such a hard thing It's such a hard thing