Arrows

Cupid asked me something
Just the other day.
He asked me where his arrows were,
And if I'd like to play.
Now Cupid didn't know
That this wasn't fun for me;
For my heart's been broken before,
It it's not healing easily.

Cupid asked me something
Just the other day.
He asked me where his love went,
And if I'd taken it away.
Now Cupid didn't know
That love didn't exist here,
So I sent him on his merry way,
And asked to never be hit again.