I thought that we were gonna be forever,
In a life where we could enjoy our pleasures,
To the modern world, we were lovers,
But now your secret's out and plans discovered.
I know that I will have to ask you this,
That sort of thing is kind of hard to miss.
Why, oh why, did you do this to me?
Why, oh why, did you think you'd be free?
Why, oh why, so much love in my heart?
Why, oh why, did you tear it apart?
I knew that one day, I would stand up to say,
How much I love you, each and every day.
All this time I thought we were going somewhere,
When you need hope, you always had my shoulder.
I know that I will have to ask you this,
That sort of thing is kind of hard to miss.
Every now and then, I'm gonna make a friend.
They come and go, and some will stay till the end,
Our love is gone, I feel it draining from me,
When will you learn, I'm all about being free.
I know that I'll have to ask you this,
That sort of thing is kind of hard to miss.