that he keeps talking about.
I bet she’s got everything
That I’ve to live life without.
I sure hope she keeps him happy,
Happier than he’d even be with me.
If not, that fool deserved what he got
For having said no to me.
But the fact remains, that all of this,
Still doesn’t change anything.
That fool’s still the reason for the teardrop stains,
On my violin.
And though I pretend that I’ve moved on,
That I’ve put behind the gloom and strife.
He’ll always be my special one,
The sweetest part as yet, of my life.
P.S.: Some of these lines might remind you of your favourite songs. I ask for your forgiveness-I simply couldn't resist putting those words out here! And for those of you who are sick and tired of hearing this love-sick rant, I promise, this is the last of the kind that you'll be hearing from my end for a long time to come.
