Stay up late,

can he do something about it--
when your tears roll like a stream on your weary surface?
If there is some sense in holding on to such feeling,
would it be much fairer to watch yourself still living?

Love can be lovely; love can be fine
But love is not love when it lets you just die.
Hearts deserve better than longing for a love
that never lasts a day without making you cry hard.

You think you're all alone; they're cautious of your smile.
You get a piece of hell that burns worse than any fire
but what else could cut deeper
than such pathetic desire?
Have you done something wrong?
Have you done things so right?
You can't think straight now; hope's just out of sight.

Was there some 'he' to make you feel alright?
Was there that touch that made each spark bright?
Was there anything else there that'd make you feel
that falling in love now could finally be right?

Pain was quick; hitting us through and through.
Recovery, so elusive; we end up without a clue.
How do we stop the cycle of breaking innocent hearts?

Can we, for once, be wrong for what feels so right?
Can I be wrong with you even when things won't ever be right?