What do you call a man who ain't made for love (ain't made for love, ain't made for)
What do you call a man who looks for that deep connection with the one
My head is spinning around, torn into pieces
Time is running out, a vision of perfection fading into the distance

And I'd like to believe that love is just one of those simple things
So I keep going, I keep trying, but I'm losing hope

I'm giving up on love
Infatuation leading straight to grief, can't keep trying just let it be
A never ending cycle
Leaving me weak

How many times can a man fall in love before falling in despair (fall in despair, fall into)
How many times can he make the same mistake, his heart it can't take the pain

What's the lesson that's supposed to be learned
What's the purpose for the suffering
I ask why, I ask why, I ask why me?

I'm giving up on love
Infatuation leading straight to grief, can't keep trying just let it be
A never ending cycle
Leaving me weak

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-woah
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh

How can I break the cycle?
When will I find it
Or will I ever?