My past tells me you’re too good to be true, 
But the hope left in me has made me stick to you like glue,
it’s only been a day and I don’t know what the hell to do, 
I’m under your spell,
I hope you can’t tell,
But I've already fallen for your smile
And I hope that you stick around for awhile,
But I know that you won’t,
So I tell myself please Cheyenne DON’T. 
Don’t put your heart on the line, 
Don’t get lost in him like you do every time,
 you’re nothing more to him than another dime, 
jingle jangling in his pocket,
 lost amongst all the others in his collection, 
you can’t do this you need protection. 
But the hope says no, 
the hope says open. 
But the past says stay closed. 
Who does one listen too when so exposed? 
God wouldn't tell me if he knows. 
Guess that’s just how this life thing goes.