Did he, didn't he, couldn't he, no he wouldn't.
You you you and always the you that is current.
How about an I, a me or an us?
Perhaps you can't see it, and perhaps I can't trust.
In and out and in again I find him
always so eager to make amends.
What about me this time, what about love?
Or am I to late, did she steal it? Did she take it and run?
Not her this time, me. I stole it with a smile.
With a laugh, a kiss, a promise you're not vile.
I crush you! Crusher of your heart as you did mine.
I did it, I won. I smashed myself this time.
Now eagerly I paint you the villain behind your back
when truthfully it was I that broke our second chance.
Solice in solitude now you've gone far away
but still I'm holding on to our someday.
Come back to me soon so we may try again
you leaver of things, you fiend of all men.