When I'm tired, old and gray, and look upon my dreary life,
I'll try to remember the heartaches that have caused me pain and endless strife.
I'll think of you and shed a tear for the indecision that filled your head;
I'll know that you were wracked with fear of loneliness, an empty bed.
I'll think of all my past mistakes, and how I tried to love you, dear;
I'll think of how much pain there was when I sensed the end was near.
I'll know that I had won the war because I was always better than
what you had in mind before our fun-filled love affair began.
When your time nears its fateful end, and you've got the chance
to browse throughout your memories of our fierce romance,
I know you'll stop and realize what a fool you'd been
to rid of me, and hurt me so, now to your chagrin.
I'm sorry for the fool I was, I'm sorry for it all.
I didn't realize when you left, I'd be trying to recall
the reasons I was there for you, or why I loved you so;
I didn't know how great I was, when you left me, beau.
You broke my heart and tore me down, and forced me to believe
that no one could see me for me, and all I could achieve.
I believed in you, and welcome you with open arms of love,
I fought through all our differences when it came to push and shove.
But they never were enough for you, the gifts of love I gave,
You turned them into cheapened gestures that I'll take into my grave.
It's been hard to understand it all, but now it's plain to see,
That you my darling sobby dobby, were second-rate to me.
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Peter
Felix