You'd think I'd learn by now, that feeling only ****.

You'd think learn by now,
that you don't want me. Not even a little.....

Or maybe you do. I tell myself that I'm insane, that it's never mean't to be, but try telling that to my crazy heart, when your lips are on me... You'd think I'd learn to move on, even after it all, but I don't. I still picture us, your hands on my hips, lips moving on lips, the secrecy and my fall...

But it's not mean't to be. You'd think I'd learn to stop hoping, to understand that your just leading me on... But I don't get it. I don't get that we'd be wrong. Though bitter sweet thought's rush in my head, I still haven't learn't, that you want her instead.

You'd think I'd learn, That we couldn't love, at least not you to me, and that it's wrong to even dream, but I don't learn....
Either I'll figure it out some day, or I won't, but not in a million quotes, are we mean't to be, because as it seems, you haven't learned to love me...