You used to tell me how much you loved me. Now these three words are a product of your fear of being alone. You beg me not to go. I stop. Maybe if I stick around for just a little while, we can make things right. Maybe if I give it some time, we'll be back to normal - I'll be back to normal. Why do I always change my mind for you? Why do you always make me rethink my rash decisions? Sometimes you're just supposed to follow your instincts. What little I have left of my Woman's intuition is telling me to up and run. Make a break for it. Get out before it self-destructs. You beg me to stay. I'm so tired of waiting around. I'm so tired of not wanting this anymore. I'm so tired. This awkward jumpstart-stalling relationship has grown too much to bare. I want us to be happy. I want things to work out. I just don't know if they will work out together. Why do I always come back to you?