This is hard for me to say.
It just can't go on this way.
I've tried and cried--
and tried to share.
I think I don't fit in somewhere.
So I will go--and if you know
How these things are done,
When I'm gone
Tell her for me--
She's finally won.
All these things I now know I should have said
Long before it got so far
But our starving egos,
you know were always fed
With compliments and shooting stars.
Anger at the irony of living with no love.
All these lives--I gave to you
All those lies they said were true.
So, I will go--but I ask of you,
Don't wait on me to change my mind.
Why is it always
when love is so--
So damn good
Fate is so unkind?
