Sometimes it feels like one thing after another
With the things you say to me
When I've been lied to by so many for so long
Do I dare try again to believe?

The wound is yet fresh on my heart
They were sure to leave their brands
And I know better than to let myself be free
And to let my heart rest in your hands.

The sin of yesterday I don't dare forget
Mixed with the love of today
Why do I get the feeling that when it's time to make a choice
My heart will suffer either way?

A promise of love and tenderness everlasting
Has once before graced my ears
But that vow of smiles and perhaps a wedding band
Turned to a guarantee of tears.

Should I be foolish enough to believe your words
When your actions don't seem to agree
Or should I play it safe and crack our hearts, again
For my illusion of security?

--Peter Johnson, 1997