• Why does this happen to me?
    I've already played this game—
    done this dance—
    still,
    my heart constricts
    with every sweet thing you say.
    Still my muscles tense
    with every touch...

    My heart's been
    broken—
    smashed—
    bashed—
    snapped in two
    before.
    Everyone and their dog
    has tried to help with the pain.
    But no amount of morphine
    can stop this
    instantaneous spread...

    Because like the plague—
    or scarlet fever—
    it's contagious,
    quick and can be
    fatal.

    So I don't chance it...
    don't risk anyone's company...
    until he forced it on me.
    And now I'm scared stiff—
    'cus I'm getting the familiar heart race,
    the familiar gut ache...
    of being in love.

    And just like heartache...

    It's crazy-quick
    and no amount of morphine
    can stop the spread.
    It's contagious...
    quick...

    and can be fatal