I thought I was more than the mistakes I've made,
I was told to love and not to be afraid.
But back to old habits, I've crept my way in.
Love is a crime, and I? It's victim.

Do not tell me it's okay to trust,
When the promises made have turned to dust.
Until death do us part, we never got to say,
Really, did you ever look at me that way?

I am heartless because I once cared too much,
Love has lost its special touch.
You see my weakness, as you watch me go by,
I'm sure you hear a distant cry.

Where I've been, I hope no one has to follow.
Now inside, there's nothing, I'm hollow.
93 times, you look at me with love,
94 times, you look at me with sorrow