If I had you, I'd lose you.

If I'd want you, I'd need you.

If I liked you, I'd hate you.

If I left, you'd stay.

If you left, I'd chase you.

If I got lost, you'd sit and wait.

If you got lost, I'd find you.

If I had you, I'd never let you go.

If you had me, you'd let me go.

If you were going to die, I'd take a bullet for you.

If I was going to die, you'd cry you're pretty eyes out.

I laugh at myself now, for I understand you aren't the one.

You are an image. An illusion.

This wasn't true love. This was far from it.

Much too far.

Rather I go and search for the her, the perfect her, the magical her...

The true her.