Sometimes I just know things
There is no real system to it
No spooky psychic connection
I can't bottle it and market it
I can't make a medication out of it
I would be a millionaire if I could

It's really hard to explain
I could say it's a feeling
In my water or my guts
But it is so much more
It's even more than a feeling
It's a surge of personal certainty
It gives you confidence enough
To turn beliefs into known facts
Usually only known by me alone
But as someone once said I am
A great man and I know things
So certain things I now know

My heart was broken for the last time
I refuse to invest that much love again
I will go to my grave never having known
What it's really like to be loved I had a glimpse
But that glimpse was a mirage that evaporated
I know I can't live like this
I know I don't want to live like this
I know that the game is up
I know that the dance is over
I know the damage to my heart is severe

The breakage is fatal, or certainly terminal
There is no way back from this, I know that
I know my feelings inside are destroying me
Day by day, but I can't or won't let it stop
Sometimes the damage that is done is irreparable

So what do I do with this knowledge I know
I have had lots of advice some good, some not so
Be positive better things are heading your way
I don't want better things they're still second best
So advice is not going to change my path
Hoping to live in hope is hopeless
Living a life that has become meaningless
Is a pointless waste of oxygen and skin
The die is cast the time scale set and running

Something else I know and I leave you with this
Be careful who you love and how you love them
Learn to take real care of each other's hearts
We have the power to love passionately
We also have the power to destroy and kill
The jilted lover who never recovers
So I am still the incurable romantic
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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