I wonder a lot, oh I wonder
What is it you aim to conquer?
Why do you want to sip my liqueur?
How much pain would you incur?
In fact I fear a lot, oh I fear
That I might end up a mere souvenir
From the good times with a profiteer
Memories I think you should revere
Damn I hate it a lot, oh I hate it
And I’m afraid to sit and debate it
Scared you might want to recreate it
Too used to failing, I anticipate it
I can’t muster the will to open up
Cause you’ll see inside I’m broken up
I can’t muster the strength to forget it all
When the wrong move can be my downfall
I can’t muster the tears to sit and cry
After all, you are the one to pacify