The man that I love
well... he's more of a boy
threw me away
like a small plastic toy
A love I had thought to be mutual
and deep. and true. and unusual.
...
And so here am I
just a sad empty shell
wishing both that he loved me
and that he'd go to hell
Wond'ring... will I ever find new love?
Could it really be better than you, love?
And everyone tells me
the answer is YES!
he's selfish he's not good enough
he's ...I digress.
My point was, er is, that I'm grieving
But I'm living and still I'm believing
that real love, the right love, will stay.
Somewhere, somehow and some way,
my real love, the right love, will stay.
