I didn't want to put you down in writing
because then I'd have to face the truth.
(I was never good enough for you)

Too distant.
Too removed.
Or maybe I was too close;
no room.

I know.
I know.
I've been through this so many
times before.

I thought that you'd be different.
Well, I thought you wouldn't mind.
But evidently
(I am too much to handle.)
I'm back to spinning
carbon copy lies.

                        *-lf-