& still she dances with a hungry heart full of love, questioning why it seems she's in a never ending cycle of heartbreak; each transient paramour seems to take a piece of her heart as he nonchantly goes along with his life; she gives & he takes; she gives & he takes until she is left with nothing; until he is fully satisfied & leaves her bleeding heart; alone & cold she is, once again; like a hopeless romantic, she falls brutally for the next one, not taking into account that the next one might then again be another blood sucking animal guaranteed to one day be called 'her past'; & yet, she still dances with a hungry heart full of love, questioning why it seems she's in a never ending cycle of heartbreak.