I lost a friend,
a love today,
I went from a somebody with it all,
to a nobody with nothing.
I tried to fight the good fight,
but was it really the last,
the fifteenth round?
I would never have given up,
if for that just a little help,
but hearts, they are a breaking,
at least this one of mine.
How do you know when
enough is enough?
How do you know
if it is not time
to give up?
How do you know
if you walked away,
with a winning hand,
left folded on the table?
She kept putting
it all on the line,
and calling my bluff,
til all seems so lost.
And she thought he was lonely,
but she ain’t seem nothing yet,
lonely as I be, without her love.
