But when things go wrong, and if we always run away,
Then we'll never find bravery, we'll always be less then
Something more. All that we could be, all that we really
Are, can be more or less then what we wish to be.

Obviously she'll never matter to him.
He'll never care.
So she'll go back to her old, bad ways.
It's not like he'll ever be there.

I begged for you to stay a bit.
Maybe we could clear things up.
You got back into one of your fits.
I told myself I would never come back to you.