I used to be so naive.
I used to love so carelessly.
Have you seen my used-to-be?
I need to find her...
I gave my heart with certainty,
trusting each lover completely.
But now I know fragility...
Please help me find her.
The monsters underneath the bed
have crawled inside, they're in my head
and blocked the light with darkened dread...
I've got to find her.
She doesn't know the subtle way
these fires are set, or how to say
Goodbye in time to walk away
before her hands get burned...
She thinks Love can be learned
if she just stays...
I used to be so naive,
gave my heart so foolishly
mistaking Valentines for Love
and mocking birds for turtle doves...
She's only doing what she's seen
me do before, she's lost in dreams
and can't hear all my desperate screams
of sound conviction...
If you see her before me,
tell her that we need to speak...
She's still ideal and just too weak
without my protection.