| There will | |||
| Come a | |||
| Day | |||
| When lovin' comes easy | |||
| Touching doesn't | |||
| Mean | |||
| Pain | |||
| Not quite | |||
| There | |||
| Yet | |||
| But it'll come around | |||
| Those | |||
| Joys | |||
| Returning | |||
| Now it's | |||
| Time for | |||
| Healing | |||
| Giving my | |||
| Wounds | |||
| Time to | |||
| Mend | |||
| Time for | |||
| Letting | |||
| Go | |||
| Letting the past | |||
| Pass on | |||
| Drift into the | |||
| Mists | |||
| Stop punishing myself for | |||
| Being | |||
| Human | |||
| Made mistakes | |||
| Like | |||
| Everyone | |||
| Else | |||
| Learn to | |||
| Accept | |||
| Reality | |||
| Not cry because it | |||
| Doesn't | |||
| Match my | |||
| Picture | |||
| Make up some | |||
| New | |||
| Pictures | |||
| Lots of different moments | |||
| Different women | |||
| Time to | |||
| Play | |||
| Accept there will be | |||
| Hard | |||
| Days | |||
| Part of the | |||
| Hands | |||
| We are | |||
| Dealt | |||
| Nothing worth | |||
| Checking out | |||
| Over | |||
| Endure the | |||
| Bad | |||
| Then put it | |||
| Behind | |||
| So much good to | |||
| Come from | |||
| Loving | |||
| So much joy to be | |||
| Found | |||
| In a | |||
| Touch | |||
| Can't stop kissing | |||
| Just because I got | |||
| Slapped | |||
| Forget the pain | |||
| Look for another | |||
| Who wants to | |||
| Play | |||