It was far from a phase That would hastily pass Rapidly approaching Critical mass Her heart in my hands My heart in the trash Guess love never pays When you're all out of cash She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel alright I said: Sure, engrave me into history. White on white She said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twins I said: I'll race you to recovery. Last one wins Stranger rhymes with danger And knowing nothing would change her I chose to let her be Just a stranger to me Every journey that I make Paved with failures and mistakes After she left, I missed what I lost So I lost myself, not much of a cost This dog won't hunt Never had a lot of will Sure have had a lot of won'ts Wonder if I ever will Belong She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel alright I said: Sure, engrave me into history. White on white She said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twins I said: I'll race you to recovery. Last one wins Why won't you ever listen? This dog won't hunt!