it don't matter long as i'm losin' my head

i've been singing songs of faith since
before i needed a reason to sit in silence.
punishment for when i broke rules of no sense.
told a girl i loved her one day in 20-oh-once
and all that happened was i had a girl to dance
with, too be nice to and show her beautiful romance.

one day in the same year i seen love start to die;
and it's a terrible thing to bare witness too, no lie.
almost as if a unicorn was slaughtered by a child's little
innocent hands; worse part is the toddler hasn't got a clue
to what he is doing, to the hurt he now has unleashed for eternity.
it was kind of like that, and i can't think of another analogy
to describe the ache she left to ruin my only chance at loving somebody.

i think it's a little too late to call and say, 'hey, i'm sorry.'
she changed her phone number shortly after she said, 'see ya later.'
even if i thought about all i did wrong comparing it to all she
has done; and it's an even split, we're both held responsible.
i wrote her a letter describing all the feelings she was able
to make me feel; and i ask if i too returned the emotional favour?

i could say i loathed every second we'd wake up beside each other;
but in my biography of my love life's victories and tragedy's
i can speak no lie, so depressing is not even one fraction of my memory.
the only part i need to block out is all of the things i selfishly
did, almost as if i was deserving of a woman who held so much beauty.
i lost sight of the big picture, i stopped asking her if she was happy;
because i knew i was and that seemed to be the part, the only part to matter.

so i wish i could exaggerate a word or two to make it sound like she
was responsible for terminating our summer love fling; but in all actuality
it is i whom started the ruin to our relationship that coulda lasted for eternity.
this, like all the rest, are an ode to her and all the things she is to everybody;
and all the things she was to me, she is one of a kind, a true special lady.