At times I don’t know what to think or feel,
For on my heart a weight does heav’ly lie.
For what was mine can no longer be real,
And on the wind your spirit must now fly.
I tried to be the one right from the start,
When no one else had dared to stay around.
You’ll take the name of one who breaks your heart,
But mine you leave to trample on the ground.
For now as Spring does pass and seasons fall,
And weeks turn into months and then to years,
I know a smile will come, however small,
To hide the tracks created by my tears.
And though my heart someday will surely mend,
A hole remains, on that you can depend.