He Told Her He Was Leaving
He could still see that old flame burning in her eyes
But the flame was not for him, that was no surprise
He recalled those nights when she had muffled her cries
And he had learned too late an old love never dies
Then the deceit began with a long string of lies
And he pondered options that ended in goodbyes
But weakly decided he'd have a few more tries
Before the stress of silence cut him down to size
He told her he was leaving, not the whens or whys
It didn't matter if it was or wasn't wise
She said I still love you see how my teardrop dries
He laughed and said he'd stay until that old pig flies
|