Who knew,
That love was a thief?

Not I,
Until it robbed me of my heart.

Who would’ve thought,
That when in love you’d grieve?

Not I,
Until I watched you leave.

I wish I would’ve known,
The damage love could do.

What was I thinking,
When I thought I’d make it through?

When my heart was entranced,
And singing to it’s own tune,

How was I supposed to know,
That forever ended so soon?