I used to spend my time
Imagining I would meet someone
     Who'd figure out why I'm guarded
     Who'd stay through the **** I'd put them through
     Who'd always wait for me
     Who'd never get fed up and replace me
     Who'd become a part of me
The scary thing is, I found that guy
But I was to ******* stupid to see
That he was right in front of me
Now it's too late
And there's never going to be another guy
So what's the point in trying?