The Sorrows of Good-Bye's
Sitting at the table; in your game of chance;
Have you thrown your chips all in; on a bet for new romance?
Beware oh foolish gambler; it just might be a trick;
And those there at your table; could be there to set the fix.
Perhaps you haven’t noticed; the anti of the game;
And the treasures you came in with; may burn up in the flames.
I who stood there with you; through the thick and the thin;
I, you seem to step on; over and again.
I now accept those things of you; that I can not change;
And I turn from your mistreatment; that has brought me all this shame.
Someday you may notice; a smudge that’s in your eye;
And everyone you tried to love; that only made you cry.
Maybe then you’ll want; what once you got from me;
But you’ll have lost it in this game; but somehow you don’t see.
The thrill of all those moments; so hot to win the prize;
You will wear it like a sorrow; reflected in your eyes.
I’m sad for you my darling; as I am for myself;
What I gave you was commitment; a prize immeasurable in wealth.
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