She tells her friends she's found him,
And she knows that he's the one.
But she don't know all his secrets;
He can't tell her what he's done.
So he goes on loving her
With the heart that he has left.
He hopes he doesn't hurt her,
And he hopes she doesn't guess

Why he didn't come home last night.

He keeps asking himself what he's doing,
Letting her love him this way.
But he needs her kind of passion;
He just can't stay away.
Somehow she knows the chance she's taking,
Though she doesn't really want to see.
She lives for every moment with him;
There's nowhere else she wants to be.

She wants him forever.

So they live in every moment,
Hoping it doesn't have to end.
Hoping their secrets won't be found out,
And they'll both have to lose again.
Yet somehow they seem to know
All they've found is a dead end road.
But the ride just feels so good,
Neither one wants to let go.

He'll settle for this one
As long as it lasts.
But he won't give his heart to her;
He lost it forever in his past.
Even as he's making broken promises,
He's hoping for one more time,
That the past will come his way again,
And he'll have the love of his life.

She doesn't know it's not her.

- Mary C. Weir

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