Love doctor, heal yourself,
I'm the very best in the business of helping lovers,
I create love in an atmosphere of hate and toxic tension,
I restore lost love in hearts that have turned cold,
I personally stitch broken hearts,
And reconstruct broken trusts,
I'm not even a carpenter but I build homes,
Not even a glue but I bring enemies together,
Providing panacea to all love diseases,
Recommending doses of love-quinine,
Administering shots of fast recovery love advices.
I give what I don't have,
I share what I can't feel,
I'm a messiah that can't save himself,
Preaching the gospel I don't comprehend,
The best surgeon that can't operate himself,
A slave that promises freedom,
Desperately wishing for a chance at the game of love,
"Are you the promised Messiah or shall we wait for another?"
If love was a virus, maybe it would spread and I will be infected,
If it was a song, maybe I will learn the lyrics and sing it too,
Love doctor, heal yourself.