Ugly goodbye,
oh why,
just why?
Tears and angry words,
voices raised,
in anger,
in rage,
justifiable homicide,
is homicide just the same,
dead right, as our love dies,
so we far apart, fall apart.
So was I right,
was she wrong,
would it really matter,
gone as we both be?
She held the power
in her hands alone,
but could not pull the trigger,
and do the right I needed,
so, does that make her wrong,
or just gone, she's gone.
She said, I made the choice,
for I did the picking,
though she really left me
no other choice.
Does not the wrong,
have to unwrong,
for I couldn't make it right,
but only be the victim,
and her fooled fool,
and did she really fool herself,
how could she not see,
how wrong the wrong she did was,
to me, to me.
