• The pain is overwhelming
    And I fear I cannot go on
    This life, which I once loved,
    Is taking far too long

    If I were healed and whole
    Maybe I would give it a chance
    But now I have a gaping hole
    Where there used to be a heart

    Oh sure, it's still there
    Beating under the strain
    But it is my soul I miss
    You made me a love-sick slave

    I did everything you asked
    I tried to be perfect for you
    The trouble with perfect people
    Is that there's always at least two

    You didn't have the decency
    To tell me to my face
    And now, because of you,
    I have come to hate this place

    I have loved you before
    You let me down then too
    But to go back to your arms
    I am twice the unwise fool

    But I must not sound too bitter
    I guess it ain't that bad
    You're happy, that's all I want
    Even if it makes me sad.