Why do I feel like I'm giving something up?nClosed window, opened door.nEven his writing looks like mine...nsomehow I've hit the floor.nnTaking a chance, when I'm not sure, on something new.nBut will he tell me I possess every qualitynhe'd ever looked for in another human being too?nnAnd he said, You're the unobtainable.nAnd now I'm the enemy 'cause I couldn't decide.nAnd he said, I knew from the minute that I sat down next to younthat you could never be mine.nnTaking a shot, get myself off of this silver screen.nOh, but will anyone else ever tell me just how much they feel it means?nnAnd I guess I sort of knew it was too good to be true,nbut when it's right in front of you,nyou never really see it do you?nAnd I was just afraid of the things we could be,nand that they'd be bigger than we could conceive.nAnd maybe I'm crazy for thinking,nthat you might've been perfect for menbut you always say just what I want you to.nIf this is what I think it is I'm gonna have to change my plansn'cause I don't want to go on with anyone but you.nnHow often does it happen?nnHow often does this come around?nHow often will I feel this found?nHow often will I hear the sound?nHow often does this come around?