So one of the reasons she could never be with me,
was that I was a fool, a tool and totally not cool.
I'm a lost lover, refusing to play the game.
I'm a good boy, lame and tame.
Through and through.

But I never really got through to you, did I?
I just slowly painted myself into an icy corner.
While the floor was lava, and the ceiling caught fire.
Burning almost as brightly as my desire to be gone.
But to my great regret,

life isn't done with me yet.