she wept with her face in her hands and her heart in the ground

love is a strange thing
i saw a sign today that said
"love never ends"
this is simply not true
jimmy loved robyn, and robyn thought she did
but she doesn't anymore,
if she ever did,
so neither does he
their love ended

he loved me
he doesn't anymore
i still love you, though


is it possible to talk with someone
and have the best conversation you've ever spoken
and not feel a thing for them?
i don't think so
you can tell yourself you want nothing more
but you are fooling yourself
and your life
and making it a mockery

how can the sun shine
and the sky be blue
and the birds sing
and i still cry for you

the heart doesn't stop missing
and it never forgets
the good, the bad
it never forgets
though, the good times do shine through.
this is how it is supposed to be
this is how we know
that life is worth it


she sat on the bench
on the royal red suade
and cried
for him, for her, for time
for one more night
her hands gripped the tissue at her heart
her sobs rang in every corner of the room
the love of her life
lay still tonight
and as she sat on the royal red bench
i looked straight on
and had to tell myself
that none of this was real.
her cries, this room
became numb to me
and i did not share in her tears
for fear of breaking down
jimmy broke down
he broke down and cried

they had to hold her up next to him
and she kissed his hands,
crossed delicately on his chest
while she cried
and cried
come back to me
this can't be the end
this short road can't end like this

friday night she lay in bed
with him next to her
goodnight, my dear
i love you.
i love you, too.
and in the night
he quietly slipped out
without waking her
without worrying her
he quietly slipped out
and left so soon
and saturday morning
she awoke
and cried