...you cut me open, and it's draining all of me...though they find it hard to believe...I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see...I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth...

My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closin'...you cut me open

Will I ever feel that again, true love, hope and light-hearted faith? Feeling absolutely, utterly beautiful? Finding more joy in my life because I have a strong relationship?

I am in doubt. Maybe don't have any more doubt left, just no faith in the ideal. Yes, ideal. Maybe that's all it ever was.