Maybe its time to walk away,
Maybe its time to call it a day,
Maybe its time to let it all go,
Maybe its time to not act so slow,
Maybe its time for the head to rule the heart,
Maybe its time to make a brand new start.

If you give your love,if you give your heart,
Is it really fair,to be back at the start.

Self assured,a thinker,by no means easily lead,
All these little platitudes,get deep inside your head,
Now it seems to be,not knowing how to win,
How did I let you get so under my skin?

Would you call me cynical,when I question everything,
Would you give me reason to,would you return the ring,
Would you give me cause,to change the way I feel,
Would I give you time,because I know it just won't heal.

Roses are red,Violets are blue,
You and me does not equal me and you.

Stick or twist,lifes game is rigged,who knows whats in store.
Back to the start,surely not,I'm no longer twenty four.

When little lies are told,when your lust falls,like trust,
Do you persist in hope,or let things fall to dust

If trust is earned,And love is won,
Why so soon,is it all done?

Try as they might,people see relationships through different eyes.Try as I might,I can only see relationships to be full of lies.

If other people,who you don't know,read and understand,
Why cant the one you want,this just all wasn't planned.

Is naivety a trait of the male?
A failing,a weakness,an expectancy to fail?

Or is it pushed and prodded and made to feel worse,
By someone you thought,should do the reverse.