Sometimes I wonder if you realize that you are the one ruining your own life.
All of the guys that come in and out of your doorway, you know are bad.
They come, and then they leave as they make scars on the frame.
You find a good one you've had all along,
But does it matter now?
He is about to leave for school in another state.
But you decide to persue him as he exits through the door.
Now you may even lose him for good.
How much more heartache will it take for you to realize that your strategy is all wrong?
One day there will be a good man destined to be yours.
But how will you find him if you are always with the wrong ones?