I once loved a woman with a beautiful smile, the kind you can’t fake, it’s the kind that won’t lie. But a month of such love seemed plenty enough, so I got up and walked away.
A love that fulfills you can turn into pride. The kind that can change you, and bring you to life. But taken too far it just turns into lies. It tells you that you could have more.
So save me a seat on a train headed west, so the cold mountain air can help me forget. And if ever I see her again, I hope she’s forgotten my face.
It never takes long before pride fails you son. It hits in an instant and then it is gone. And all that you’re left with is what you have done. I turns itself into regret.
It pains me to know all that I gave away. But the pain of reminders is more than I can take. It seems like I might better just leave this place and and live somewhere else for a time.
