Another Suitcase in Another Train

I don't expect my love affairs to last for long

Never fool myself that my dreams will come true

Being used to trouble, I anticipate it

But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?

Time and time again

I've said that I don't care

That I'm immune to gloom,

that I'm hard through and through

But every time it matters all my words desert me

So anyone can hurt me

and they do...

Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I knowWell maybe not that fine,

but I'll survive anyhow

I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion

But that's no consolation here and now.
So what happen now? Where am i going through?