Too many days,
too many tears.
Too many stories of our yesteryears.
I couldn't say,
the worst of my fears.
I'm picking up the signs maybe the end is near.
But at long last I recall the words that you told me.
This will pass and the love you have will be for me,
Only.
After an hour,
when I couldn't speak,
you'd tell a story that just makes me weep.
It may be my age,
I'm just getting weak.
My skin's not thick enough for this critique.
But at long last I recall the words that you told me.
This will pass and the love you have will be for me,
Only.
There's too many pains,
too many cries.
Too many hours drowning in your eyes.
Those were the days,
so full of lies.
I guess I was in love with your disguise.