Counting all the reasons like the stars in the sky It's easier to give up than actually try And when I look at you, I feel angry inside. At myself. Because I just can't seem to love anyone else. The beautifully damned, hopeless romantic Breaking apart the good things in your own head. Beautifully damned, hopeless romantic Breaking apart the things I said But when I said "It's not you, it's me" You don't know how much I meant it But I'll know it when it's right When they give me a reason to come around If you'll just give me some time I'll come around