Wounded by Love

Love is a game that I have never won
It is like a race that has not yet begun
 
Do I want too much
Or do I expect too little
 
In the beginning I wasn't jaded
And I believed in the magic of his touch
 
Yet time and time again I was wounded
And these wounds, they would not heal
 
So over time I began to build a wall
I built it high and built it strong to protect me from a fall
 
Yet the wall it could not hold me 
And through the cracks my feelings crawled inside
 
Finally I had found a door that I locked from the inside
Now from all my dreams of love I can forever hide