I hurt you, you hurt me.
I lie, you leave.
And we always end up right back in this place. We think we can, we think we can...
Because we want it so bad.
I just don't think I have it in me.
No, I just don't know for sure that I have it in me.
Because your eyes are a constant reminder of what I've lost, what I could have had.
What I didn't want.
Because my lips don't always form the words I'm dying to say, to scream. And this may one day cause me to explode.
After all, I'm just a girl. Barely an adult in years, in experience, in worldliness...
I'm not ready for the responsibility of carrying you while trying to hold myself.
I'm not strong enough, it would only break my back.
But we always end up right back in this place. We think we can, we think we can...
And I still want it so bad.
