I had a love,
But I scared it.
It fears for me
And fears me.
I can't help but hurt;
I'm no rebel without a cause,
I was just born this way,
I can't take it back,
Can't go straight,
Can't apologise;
It's already too late,
What's done is done,
Finished,
End of story.
So here ends another tale
In the chronicle
That is my glory.
