Late night arrivals, early morning appearences, all in dating
Confidential conversations, unsigned cards, quickie lovemaking
I‘ve embraced them tightly
Yet, I always find myself alone, nightly
Private meetings, timed dinners, designated curfews
Perhaps this is the way you amuse
Might I be unconciously afraid of more
Why does loving and happiness emerge as a chore
You and I together are a constant struggle and strife
I've adopted that way of life
or could I believe that I do not deserve dedication
Thriving for the .20 minutes I'll receive your visit,
or the split second of your telephone conversation
It's hard to say, or admit, but, it's constantly in thought
no matter how hard I try to stop, it appears almost impossible to abort
Why do I feel as if I need you
Understanding there is no way you could feel the same way too!
Well, this is no longer something I will go through
You treating me the way that you do
You promised me over again you'll be true
Yet, your behavior has become even more cruel
Daily I except your ridicule
Goodbye, sweetheart, we're through