When will enough ever be enough?
questions of love or hate shouldnt make you blush.
But they often did. As a young kid...
I was care free but look what you've done to me.
This was foretold, but i love to flirt with danger.
I hoped to tame her, but now I'm filled with anger.
She like happiness is hard to find, forsooth!
I had proof, i knew her in youth.
But now she's juvinile and living foul.
I used to smile, but now I scowl.
The mention of her name draws suspicion.
The union fought for her and won in Richmond.
Back as a teenager, the hate was equatable,
if you asked if love knew me, it remains debatable.
Was the sunshine all in my mind?
why did she have to use well-rehearsed lines?
Did that play ever come around? if so when did it come to town?
and when will it go away?
Im just a timid soul out in the fray.
perhaps Love is just in love herself,
and just cant stand to see me with someone else.
In that case this affair is just a waste.
Because my heart was stolen and given to hate.
But this was fated, i should die broken,.
Welcome to the fold! Oh, are you still hoping?
Should you say bye bye or continue to try?
It leaves me misty-eyed, but all lovers cry.
