Your Power, My Plan?

You don't feel the same
That much is pretty obvious
So why am I letting myself think that there's any hope left for us?
It's stupid and I know it,
But I guess old habits die hard
You hold my heart in your hands again
I know you'll break it into shards,
All over again, without even knowing;
Which is dense of you, because my feelings are clearly showing.
I can't believe this is happening again
But then again I can.
Maybe this was all predetermined
All part of my masochistic plan
To destroy myself, completely
This is the most thorough way
Because I find myself falling more and more
In love with you every day.