She questions why this happened to her
Why love from someone else drifted upon her shore
She wonders when the heart beats will stop beating on her door
Very loud, but very alone is sad but true
Love must be vague to protect all of the parties involved
Yet heart ache is never resolved
No one else can admire her like her own being
Divorce rates are so high because we lie
Sex has all of the right reasons
But we fall in love for all of the wrong reasons
She wonders why she can't call him
The phone rings but the static from stubbornness drops the connection
If love is like the economy, then it is always in a recession