If I were more pretty
or you were more inclined,
we’d pack up all the things we love
and leave the rest behind.
But I am not that pretty
and you are so unkind.
We’ll leave it all where it lies
and pretend that we don’t mind.
If you weren’t a traitor
or I not so easily broken,
we could at least be friends once more
forgetting hurtful words were spoken.
But you could not be loyal
and I can not be strong,
and so we’ll go out separate ways
as though we’d planned it all along.