“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”

To know you means a lot of things: lot of love, lot of dreams.
...
To explain you means my heart in show.

I may never feel the same, but I won’t always feel this pain.
So let faith fall on me now.. I’m gonna be here til the end.
You seem to have such passion for someone so shallow,
and I may never feel the same, but I refuse to play these games.