Well, you have that, my dearest love, and you have torn it apart.
It has been shredded by those who said we would never be,
And ground into timy bits because it was they who you chose to believe.
I've told myself for so long
That together is where we belong.
I've hoped against hope, and prayed against prayer,
And I thought that if we could only meet, you'd know instantly how much I care.
And when we met finally, oh how happy I was that day!
And when you said those three words that I just waited to hear you say,
Three little tiny words, "I love you,"
Well, I thought that it was my dream come true.
And it had, but only for a little while,
But then came our love's first great trial.
They said that I wanted your money, that I wanted your fame,
They said I was interested in you only because of your name.
I was only a poor small farm town girl, they said maliciously,
And that I could be bought heart and sould for the right fee.
Oh, how they were wrong! and how they wronged you and me!
But I truly thought we could weather it out, and then they would see!
But you listened to their lies for too long,
And you thought it was me who was in the wrong,
You thought that I could really do that to you
And you did something I thought you would never do...
You left. Two little words, so short and so sad,
You left and destroyed everything that we had.
Oh, why could you not have killed me instead of leaving me here!
Instead of being quick, I feel my death tear by bitter tear.
Oh, if you had only killed me when you left, and have it be done!
Oh, those liars have won,
They had destroyed me, as they wanted to do,
And they have shown me how cold the world is without you.
The best times in my life have already been,
My sun will never rise again.
I wonder how it is in New York; do you feel the cold as I do here?
No matter the temperature, I am always freezing, my dear.
This is what it feels like to be hollow inside,
This is how it feels when your body lives but your soul has died.
They were wrong; I did not sell my sould, but gave it to you for free,
How could you be so blind and not see?
Sometimes I think I can feel your touch, but it is only the fickle breeze,
And sometimes I think I hear your voice, but it is only the wind fingering through the trees.
And yet I sit and wait, wait and stare,
But I know not what I wait for, you will never be there.
God in heaven, please understand,
I can no longer exist in this barren wasteland.
If only I could see you one more time, just to say goodbye,
Just once more before I curl up and die,
Would you take me back, give us one more try,
Or would you just shut the door in my face in a mute goodbye?
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