It’s too good to be true,
So I quiet my mind.
It’s too good to be true,
So I quiet my heart.

It’s too good to be true,
So I quiet my gut feelings—
First thing from the start.

This conflicted heart.
Fears, years.
Fears, years.

When that one true love
Is finally near,
Is it too late?
Or is it time for fate?

We are always told to not play with fire when we were younger.
Always being told.
How bold?

As you get older, the fires begin to pop up everywhere,
Sometimes almost hard to bear.
Fires can come in ways we couldn’t compare.

With age does come with some despair.
In the end, people are really good
At handing me the lighter
To set the bridges I set on fire.

It’s always after I cross—
Don’t look back, it’s no loss.

Hearts beat, hearts hurt, hearts break.
I can’t help but think—how much can I take?

The heart that beats is the heart that hurts.
The heart that hurts is the heart that breaks.
But I’ve learned through my heart that beats,
my heart that hurts, my heart that breaks—
that with it all, it still awakes.