Sometimes I sit and ask myself
Why in the world I put up with this
Time after time
I keep putting up with this.
Time beats at an amazing pace
Setting records for its demise
I’ve known all along this was over
It is you, not the situation I despise.
How do you love someone for ages
Then walk away from them like they are nothing?
Is it the toast at the feast you don’t like
Or just the end of something?
Walking away is always the answer
When you don’t care about the cost.
What happens when the score needs settled
And you have to count what you have lost?
We know everything inside our minds
We absolutely know it to be true.
When I ask my heart who would want you
It gently whispers “I do.”
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