ⓒ 1988 Kathy Mar
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And the very saddest part is that I chose it on my own
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I let him run my thoughts around to streets I'd never known
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He drove me to distraction but I gave him all the keys
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He drove me from my sanity and quickly to my knees
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And the very saddest moment was the moment of goodbye
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I knew I had just let him go without a decent try
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He wore me while I shimmered and discarded me at last
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He wore me out with overuse and then our times were past
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And of all sad words of tongue or pen,
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The saddest ones are these, "It might have been"
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And the very saddest memory is all I didn't say
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And all the things I could have done that somehow got away
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I cannot blame him half as much as I must blame my fear
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It's all that makes me want to die and all that keeps me here
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And the very saddest story is to say it might have been
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And if we never try at all we never have to win
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The losing is much easier, it's only fear and pain
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If I win once it only means I have to win again
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And of all sad words of tongue or pen,
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The saddest ones are these, "It might have been" (X2)
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Saddest
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| Kathy Mar |
