There is no such thing as love.
And I know that's awfully cynical to say. But I need proof that it is possible today.
I'm not easy I'm just easily swayed.
'Cos I thought life was a cabaret, old chum.
Now I wanted to turn it off but my heart is just to soft.
Let me give it to you straight, straight like an arrow.
See, it looks a lot like staring at the sun and it sounds so much like broken glass.
Perhaps you're reeling from an awkward pass and it feels just like you want to die and there's no one left to watch you cry.
I've got to convince myself and just about everybody else that there's no love.

Or, as Sam points out, there is such thing as love, but it is hard to come by and easy to lose. And when do you know what love is? You may think you know. It might not be love just right now but it might be in time. But then it comes back and smacks you in the face and shouts "HAH! NO LOVE FOR YOU STUPID GIRL!". And that is when you realise you shouldn't give up your morals so easily for someone you think actually cares about you, but, in truth, doesn't.

THE END.