†A quick, soft touch. A short note. That fast, I was yours. I try not to let you catch me looking your way but itís getting harder each day. She was right, I give my heart away too easily and then spend countless sobbing, drunken nights trying to get it back. But no, not this time, not with you, because Iím in such a hopeless place now that it doesnít matter.
Keep it, hold it. Let it experience what I never will. Let it have a glimpse at a life and moments with you that I could only dream of.†