J-Will someone please call a surgeon, who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that you're deserting.... for better company.
I can't accept that it's over, and I will block the door like a goalie tending the net.. in the third quarter, of a tied game rivalry..
So, just tell me how to make it right..... I swear I'll do my best to comply.
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together...
D-I feel I must interject here, you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
with these revisions, and gaps in history..... so let me help you remember, I'll make charts and graphs that should finally make it clear... I've prepared a lecture, on why I have to leave.
So, just back away and let me go....
J-I can't my darling, I love you so... oh oh
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together...
D-Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures...
J-I know that I have made mistakes... but, I swear I'll never wrong you again.
D-You've got a lure I can't deny.... but, you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye.
It's a song... but I think it pertains.
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