Everyone tells me, we were meant to be

And sometimes I believe it

Those afternoons walking and sitting on the old bridge

I can never imagine being with anyone else

But then you hurt me and I hurt you

You go out with what's her name

And I go out with him

I wonder if you cry when the night is over as well

Weeks go by without mere conversation

We reconcile, as we always have

The hurt fades, slowly, but it does

And we are back where we started

It's a vicious cycle we go through

We will always end up back at the bridge

I don't want to love you, but yet I do

Because it hurts less to do so, than not to.