Lovers holding desperately
to every promise, every word,
praying that their dreams come true,
that their hearts won't be broke in two,
that their not fighting in vain.
Looking in the mirror
at the girl that I guess is me,
blink back the tears,
no place for them,
we'll be ok and make this work.
Tired of fighting, tired of crying,
tired of being alone,
determined to see this through
no matter what it takes
to make this last and be with you.
Lovers holding desperately
to every promise, every word,
praying that their dreams come true,
that their hearts won't be broke in two,
that their not fighting in vain.
Afraid of getting hurt again
so trying just to be happy
but failing horribly at it,
ready to do anything
no matter the consequences.
