From everything good in my life, I walked away.

Now the older I get, the higher the price I pay.

I've loved, been loved, held many hands tight.

I've counted my lucky stars, deep into the night.

 

What is it about me, happiness I seem to fear.

I tie myself in knots, whenever it comes near.

So, I overthink things, fear it might all backfire.

I know how fragile hearts are, how easy they tire.

 

I think the worst, I wonder what people see in me.

Maybe I see a side of myself, others don't see.

A complicated side, that others won't want to know.

A person trapped in confusion, no direction to go.

 

I've had the right person, many times by my side.

I've worn the ring, with such happiness and pride.

So much self destruction...nobody else to blame.

I've come to accept every love story ends the same.