We all crave love, it's life's ultimate high
Yet we get hurt, give hurt and then ask why
On-line, real life we need to get a grip
on what we're doing
We're messing with real hearts that we have
no right ruining.
So before you pass judgement on how people find their joy
Opinions can hurt feelings and the heart is not a toy.
© 1999 Rob Murphy
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