Yes I've been in love, but who's really keeping track anyway?
Broken hearts are best kept a secret.
Who ever thought to partake in this perverse conspiracy that we call love?
I thought I was stronger than that.
Yes, I’ve loved and lost, but what is the harm in that anyway?
It's only a heart.
How do you believe in fire when I believe in ice?
There is nothing left here to burn.
Where do you go when the world turns its back?
I run to shelter myself from the inside of me.
Why do we wish for power that we cannot possess?
Power is weakness in my hands.
Why does the only thing left to do have to be falling apart?
Letting go was never my strong point.
Why is everything that seems real, later turned to fiction?
It really is a loser's game.
Why do I still love you?
This is something that I will never know.
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And wanting you to love me to...
Well that is quite another kind of wishing
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