• Although it happened long ago
    This pain I can't deny.
    Each night I go home to sleep,
    I try hard not to cry.
    I did not know him,
    Never did see him,
    But this love I felt was true.
    Again I think about that night
    I admit I had no clue.
    That in the end I'd mean nothing to him,
    But to me he'd mean a lot.
    Until that fearful night,
    when he had had his thought.
    So now I sit alone and cry.
    And start to wonder why?
    I had to be so stupid,
    And tell that dreadful lie...