I remember my first love and the pain thereafter,
I remember my second hope of forever,
And watched it slip too far away to recover.
And again the third with not much left to give,
So much fear and paranoia,
And once again I watch it crumble before my eyes.
So why is it this time Iím so fast to trust?
So fast to make sacrifices, but still canít feel a thing?
Why do I try to talk myself in and, again out-
Of so many different things?
Is this even real?
How bad would it hurt if he left,
When I canít feel anything at all?