"I wrote a couple notes, one in love, one in anger. I left them lying, dying in my dresser drawer. Lived louder than my voice, struggled through a stranger. He loved me till I loved you even more.
"It's a bittersweet victory, loving someone else who wanted me. Now I can't laugh, can't cry, and I can't run, can't hide. You get used to the pain, and numb to the sting, till you can't feel anything.
"What do I gotta do? What do I gotta do to keep you? What do I gotta do to keep you from doing this to me?
"You tried to explain, but I couldn't hear it. It's as if your words were my tears. Flowing freely, soft and gentle, from the corners of my eyes, and my ears. Then all that disappears.
"Now I can't laugh, can't cry, and I can't run, can't hide. What do I gotta do? What do I gotta do to keep you? What do I gotta do to keep you from doing this to me?"