I already know that you are going to hurt me,
squeeze my heart of all its oxygen and desert me.
My love ache and heartbreak is inevitable;
written in the cards.
And even when I shuffle the deck
I always pick the bad hand.
But they all know that I'm still going to play
I already know the end to this story,
that I will be left to cry
and there will be no one else to weep for me.
My love ache and heartbreak is inevitable;
written over, in, and between the lines.
And even when the words are scribed in my own handwriting,
the tale always ends up in tragedy.
But they all know that I am still turning the pages.