She gave me a sense.
A sense that maybe life wasn't too bad after all.

But those chains were broken when the truth came out.
I was no lover,
Not even a friend.
I made a decision,
that would would soon end.

But I know that if I wait,
There may still be hope.
Rather send flowers,
Than hang from a rope.

It is true you have hurt me,
Many time before.
But even through the pain,
I run straight back for more.

Little did I know,
That what lay ahead.
Could be amother memory,
That fell in my head.

She makes the wind blow warm.
The sun shine bright.
And I know for a fact,
I won't give up this fight.