I’ve written a lot of words about this love,
Written a song or two,
I gave everything and then some,
All for you,
Now I stand where I started
Back to square one,
I am not whole-hearted,
But when was I ever?
I thought I was made for you,
Now I don’t feel so clever,
In my own imperfect way,
I guess things are never what they seem,
I know now that it’s not okay to stay,

I was stubborn,
I dared to dream,
Of a love without sorrow,
Without angst,
Without tear-filled eyes,
Ah well, there is always tomorrow...