still clinging to a past
now called into question
rejection (of affection)
more times than I care to mention

i’m so tired of this loneliness
this aching need that is never met
it’s been so long and i’ve hurt so much
feel small and ugly and out of touch

will i know
when it’s really happening again
will it show
if it is real or just pretend

wounds are weeping
beneath a bruised and blackened sky
like a broken bone (never set right)
a broken heart lingers like an endless night

seems by now there should be a cure
a better way to endure
to put together what’s been torn apart
how i wish i could change your heart

you know i don’t believe in regret
just trying to remember to forget
taking each day as it comes
no looking back, now i’m moving on

but will i know
when it’s really happening
will it show
might i mistake it for a dream

will i know
when it’s really happening again
will it show
if it is real or just pretend