You see...
She was my "going to be" wife
That's what I keep telling myself
I could not go through this life
Without her...
Well that's what I keep telling my life
I loved her like I thought I was supposed to
But it just wasn't enough
She loved "her" more than she could have room to love "I"
So many of her "we" really meant "I"
And after lie upon lie upon lie of her hearts truth love
I realized she did not have room left for me...
So I could not give her what she wanted...
To lie
Between her sheets, her eyes and her legs
Like my puppet I'd finger her to write my name all over the walls
Grip my pillows and scratch it all
But...
...writing fades to distance shadows in the sunlight
After climbing high nightly, she'd drop into the loveless shallow of her heart
Back to the reality that she liked her "hers" over my "us"
Must...
... I had to let go
Wishing the death of my love was the loss of our great connection
The end of the suggestion
my "going to be" wife's..
"We are F O R E V E R"
At least that's what she said to me
But remove my "F R E" dom and it's "O V E R "...
Not something I wanted but something I needed
I could not love her more than she loved herself and my love pleaded
NO MORE... please...
... because
You see...
She was my "going to be" wife
That's what I kept telling myself...
I could not go through this life
Without her...
...Well that's what I kept telling my life...
