She is done with him now. The obsession is over.
He could never replace the man that once loved her.
No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t fit the mold
and the constant pressure had gotten so old.
She can not make him what she wants him to be,
so she lowers her hands in silent defeat.
And she thinks to herself about mistakes from her past:
Bad things don’t die and good things don’t last,
And hope fades so quickly, love passes away,
and she ends up with nothing at the end of the day.
Except for the memory that tells her what she’s missing:
the voice that she’d lost and lips she should be kissing.
No matter the pain, she wraps it around her shoulders,
and she lives through the day and she feels so much older.
But she doesn’t give up, she keeps on going.
She wants the answers, but there’s just never knowing.
And it eats away at her heart that’s so broken
and filled with regret over false words that were spoken.
She had thought she could find someone to replace him;
instead of pushing away she would at last embrace him.
But he didn’t make up for the one she had lost
and forcing it all comes at too high a cost.
So she has let things go and they fall out of her hands
and she’ll bury herself in this cruel life’s demands.