Painful Love

Your hair cascading down the widow pane,

Your smile is degrading my happy face.

‘Cause I know you think that I’ll do anything,

Just to please your needs.

 

One day I’ll look back and wonder why,

I thought you were perfect, and then I’ll sigh.

Thinking that I would have screwed things up,

Reality sets in, I already did, just keep your mouth shut.

 

When you’re in a black tux, and looking good

Everything comes into perspective…

Talking loud, looking big, with no respect…

Yet, secretly so, so repressive…



How should I leave you, this fine night?

What do I do, for your final good bye?

I could kiss you, and then leave you as I drive away,  

Maybe I could walk you home, after a horrible date.

 

I’m not an easy person to understand,

But I’m not a puppet,  

There is no string to my hand…

I said I'm not an easy person to understand,

But I'm not a puppet,

There is no string to my hand...

 

Now that you’ve changed your mind,

And the shoes on the other foot,

Should I do what I feel necessary?

Or should I do what I want…