I'm so in love with you that it seems I've given you too many
I can't see you hurting me, but I can feel it inside
You told me straight to my face, and I knew it was false but yet I gave you another
I'm starting to think that love is a foolish thing, because the chances I've given you didn't make me happy
Chance after chance after chance
I lost count at how many I've given, but I know they are running out
Because my heart is at it's limit and our time is too