and still, it always goes wrong
is there anyone left with the time and patience
to be the home where you belong?
you still believe, at least you want to believe,
you're not so sure you should believe anymore
you can't outrun who you are, who you have to be,
but will you find who can be truly yours?
it's far from simple
you felt it when your first eyes met,
but doesn't love feel a lot like danger?
and from that very first argument,
you learned the sharp edge of that anger
but you've never been a quitter
and "no one's perfect," so they say
but as the sweet words turned to bitter
you knew your heart was doomed to break
it's in the silence on the phone line
in the things best left unsaid
the vacant sadness in your young eyes
the rivers of tears pouring from your bed
life moves on, but somehow different
the scars remind you of the past
of how they never really meant it
how it was never meant to last
pain is a cruel master
and regret is a crushing load
and you bound for only disasters?
are you locked out in the cold?
