At the age of eighteen. I had had enough. And by twenty one. I decided to get tough. And then I found the guard. was still too rough. And I've been hurt. Ever since that day. I've been hurt and I've lost my way. I still think I have a chance. To find your love. Well I tried to love you. One day at a time. Each day waiting. Hoping for the sign. It was clear I needed luck. More than this time. And I've been hurt. Ever since that day. I've been hurt well I've lost my way. I still think I have a chance. To make you mine. My empty heart is. Counting all the ways. Fire and desire. Sat and count days. Will you won't you. When and where. Do you don't you do I care. That same eternal question. Is always there. It's always there. .