[Chorus]
Is love suppose to be so sad? so sad, so sad.
Is love suppose to be so mad? so mad, so mad.

Is love suppose to be so sad? so sad, so sad.
Is love suppose to be so mad? so mad, so mad.

[Verse:]
'cause I really don't know whats the answer.
Never-mind. Killing myself. On my mind when I'm trying to break copping when I dealt with my bind.

Didn't need a break when we're falling out.
But I might want to shake when I'm calling out,
when the words are refined when I countervail.
And the words will shake when I'm stalling nouns.

[Outro]
(Is love suppose to...?) Love you.
I love... love you. I love...
(Is love suppose to...?) love you.
I love... love you. I luh-uh.