I loved you with the fire red...

It just doesn't make sense. No matter who I am with, or what I'm doing, it all comes back to you. I woke up this morning, safe in my bed, and the first thing I saw was your face. Why do you haunt me?

You left me and dare see someone with my name -- cruel and unusual punishment. Does he know about me? About your multiple pledges of undying love? Here's a thought for you: I hope, somewhere deep in his heart, he knows that when you call out that name...it's me you're really thinking of.