Let this be a mystery
For you and I to know the answer.
It’s happiness in misery:
The silence I've learned to master.
Before we met I was incomplete
With vices and habits of shame.
It was I whom I needed to beat
And myself the sole one to blame.
For all of what I made you see,
The worst words of my tongue,
My dumb mistakes and saddest pleas,
In your head I’m always strung.
And I will live long, thinking
Of love as strong as I knew,
The days when I was drinking
And I was thinking of you.
I had none and you were light,
So I gave to you what I thought was right.
And when one day we could not chatter,
Those few months, the world was shattered.
But changes are life’s painful course,
And today it gives me raw remorse;
As then I was one who did not know,
It's a hardened, heavy heart I tow.
You were right, and so was I
The day you praised me for my mind.
But I took from your words more than was sent
Because of my feelings and how they were bent.
If I were to write down my love,
I would make talk of derangement,
So I will go, now, like a dove
For our eternal estrangement.
