I fell in love with the misery,
Kept re-writing every sad love story.
It was better to keep the fantasy of you,
But I didn’t see the nightmare I fell into.
You know me, I had to have the last word.
Golden cages and captive little birds.
Living without you was more than hard.
I thought I’d live the rest of my life on guard.
But the worst is being happy without you there.
After the heart has healed and no longer needs repairs.
You’re fading away…
And my hands no longer reach for you to stay.