One upon a time love burnt me,
Laying in the chest of a boy who hurt me,

Another time, love marred me,
Riding on the back of a boy who scarred me,

Another time, love as kind,
Hidden in the smile of a boy who would never be mine,

And then love was dreary,
Having left me broken, battered, and weary,

But a fifth time, love was quiet,
So soft I couldn't deny it,

My battered heart won out over my mind,
And in time I realized, I could see in his eyes,

Whatever I had felt before,
Love had only come around the fifth time.