I cried myself to sleep last night,
these tears are all I have.
I cried myself to sleep last night,
you held my heart in your hands.

Everything happens for a reason,
is this part of the plan?
Maybe I'll recover
or else be forced to move on.
My heart is ripped in two again,
and she holds the bigger half.

There is a major fear
of which I seem to have,
a fear of true love,
and a fear of where I've been.
It's sort of been a problem
that I've had right from the start.

The people in my past,
who have hurt me the most,
are the people in my future,
to haunt me like a ghost.

The plan was working perfectly,
until I fell for you.
But the memories were stronger,
they made me come unglued