All of a sudden, I just can't read.
It's like the last time I was betrayed
But there's no betrayal going on,
Just the sense of being flayed.
I cry on the beaches, I cry in the hills,
I cry in the fields and in the streets.
I weep the loss of hope and death of pride,
But gather my lost valour when we meet.
My mind a juddering jelly, I propose
A truce, a chance to regroup, a halt.
For since I cannot offer my surrender,
I need a chance to cleanse the wound of salt.
I can accept you truly love that other,
And willingly admit to hold no claim.
So let my dignity conceal my chagrin
And let me run away to hide my shame.