Not once, not twice, but three times
My heart has shattered.
But, baby, things will be different
Because I refuse to continue this pattern.

You're like the fuel to my fire.
Every touch creates a new flame,
A new desire.
But I can't keep doing this to myself.
You're so right but then so, so wrong for me.

I know you believe you're the cause
Of my constant heartache.
But you're not to blame.
This is my fault.
This is my own shame.

I create these fantasies inside my head
To pretend that I'll be happy again, one day.
You can't help that I've deluded myself
That one day you'll meet me halfway.