My love for you is packed up in a suitcase that I had to sit on the lid to close. Never returned, just tucked into a handkerchief that I never will unfold. I'll set it down now, I'll let it go. I'm moving on now, just so you know.

Love--he will look for me first/ In any crowded room. Love--is waiting up ahead/ He will swear I hung the moon. I finally know the truth. It won't be you.

I am just like Jacobs love for Rachel. I am seven years gone up in flames. I have become a shame to my own father. All for the keeping of his name. Nothing's changing, it's all the same. Nothing's changing, it's all the same.

I am haunted by a quiet pain. There's a ghost above my bed. But it was only love inside my head.