I'm not naive enough to think I would change your mind,
But of all the ones before,
You are surely a different kind,
I can't say quite why,
For I don't myself know,
But I have to let it go,
Not enough there,
And it's just not fair,
To me,
To put myself through another inevitable let down,
And in a sea of perceived loneliness drown,
The thing is, I knew better.
