how many times must you close the door on me before i stop knocking?

how many times must i listen to your gentle and never-changing voice in that answering machine before i'll learn to stop calling?

why is it so hard to stop myself from thinking of you?

why is it so hard to keep you from my dreams, to stop reaching out for that vague transient memory in the dead of the night?

why do i paint this perfect picture of you in my heart, when i my mind tells me otherwise?

why does my heart still break?


and why, why can't i cry anymore...?