Kicking myself, as I attempt to escape this pain,
Because I allowed myself to relive these things.
Confiding in me, your life needed someone new,And you were glad you found me...I believed it true.
Distant the drama, because that's not my style,
Confessing to your Momma tears haven't fallen in a while.
Sincerely expressing you'd never met a man like me,
Knowing my desire was to Love you, and never leave.
I asked for nothing more, than your affections,
But your past entrapped your attention.
And I assumed you wanted more than to fight,
Never my idea of a good night.
Deserving more than piano style abuses,
Lowkey, Hi-key, words like shrapnel ripping through your soul.
Having me wonder, is that who I should be and more?
Because the hurt of losing, is more than perplexing me,
Why the "Good" are the last resort?
"Madly in Love" over "Madness", that's what we could've enjoyed,
You swore you didn't want that pain again,
And I knew your life shouldn't be that way.
I'm not sure where we went left,
But for me, right is slipping away.
Should I take notes? From others who seem to be winning,
Being left to watch in solitude, doesn't quite feel like living.
If I'm not over Love, it seems Love is through with me,
The pain of grasping it, and being stripped away,
Hurting more than a man will rarely confess.
Having this dilemma, more than I choose to stand,
So I advise myself daily, next time I'll be the Other Man.
