It's ten o' clock and suddenly you're on my mind. I just managed to keep you out of it but you managed to find a way in. You don't know when to stop, do you? It's not your fault anyway. It was my fault to fall too deeply to you. I've spent three years breaking and mending my own heart for you, thinking that you might accept it. I don't know, maybe you were too good for me. You were too much for me and maybe God thought that you deserved better. I wasn't enough, but I'm all I have.
