Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face
The past, she is haunted, the future is laced
Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car
Swear I was in the back seat, just minding my own

There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. 

It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone.

It was because I thought if I loved someone, and then it fell
apart, I might not make it.
It's easier to be alone, because what if you
learn that you need love, and you don't have it?
What if you like it, and lean on it?
What if you shape your life around it, and then it falls apart?
Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage.
It's like dying.
The only difference is: death ends.

This? 

It could go on forever.