Take me down to the seashore;
It's days like these
When I just want to take a break,
Stop being who I should be for just a moment
And take a walk along the beach.

Take me down to the seashore,
Roll up our pants and saunter along the coastline,
The breakers crashing against our feet.
The seagulls calling our names.

Take me down to the seashore,
We'll sit in the silt until the sun goes down,
We'll watch the fireflies weave a tapestry amongst the stars,
And bury our toes in the sand,
Hand in hand.

How could it be?
That something so beautiful
Could be so **** wrong?

Sometimes I will stand,
Out in your raging blizzard
Just to feel your cold.

Can you feel that?
Among the thousands of hearts forcing themselves against you,
Can you feel the force of my love?

I cannot give you the wealth of a thousand millionaires,
I cannot love you with the drive of a thousand athletes,
I cannot hold you with the strength of a thousand worlds,
For all I have is a heart.
A heart that yearns to belong to yours.

The force of my love is a single drop,
Amidst a pulsing torrent of countless others.
It does not stand out, but it can stand its ground
Amidst a raging current of empty promises.

Can you feel that?
That is the force of my love.
A ripple amongst the stagnant water,
But perhaps not enough to draw you in.

I'm sure you've heard this all before,
I'd bet I'm not the only one.
I don't know how you do this,
Because I'm not sure if I can.
I know talking isn't what I'm paying you for.
But I don't think it would be fair for you
To be left in the dark.

I'm not doing this out of spite,
I'm not doing this because I hate her,
If anything I'm doing this because I love her.
The problem is that she doesn't love me anymore.
She thinks that I don't know where she goes
When she says she's "working late".
And I just can't seem to wrap my head
Around why.
Why would she cheat on me?
Why would she do this to me?
Why am I not enough?

And people talk about me all the time,
The perfect guy, the perfect wife, the perfect life.
If only they knew how messed up I was, how messed up we are,
Then maybe they wouldn't have too much to say.
So maybe, I should give them something to talk about.

But I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing it for her.
She hasn't said goodbye as I leave for work in a week,
She hasn't kissed me goodnight in a month,
She hasn't slept in the same bed with me for a year.
I was hoping that this would make me feel some kind of love again,
But all I feel is guilt.
Because maybe I still love her,
Maybe she still loves me...

I... I'm sorry. I can't do this.
You can take the money.
I know talking isn't what I'm paying you for,
But that's all I can manage.