How many times must she break your heart
Before you stand up for yourself
Maybe you should quit while you're ahead
But giving up was never your style
You consume your time with her
Every thought is focused on her
Well I hope your happy with how it stands
But it's your loss and it's out of your hands
Hang onto yourself
Don't throw it all away
You've got too much left
To lose it all now
Hopeless, or did I speak too soon
You have it all in the palm of your hand
But is it yours to take
Crazy, it seems, the way you act
Engulfed in her, you see no light
Except the reflection off of her face
Is this worth living for?
Is this worth dying for?
