I Must Confess

You kissed my head as you stood in the door

And then you said: "don't want to see you no more"

All I could say as you walked out on me

Was how I hoped you'd remembered your key

Took one last look

Took the phone of the hook

I must confess I agree

All o those days when I went through a phase

Of missing the love that you bore

In retrospect there's something I can't neglect

I was missing a love but not yours

The love that you bore that thing that I once adored

Was no gift that you gave me each time

Thinking again, what a fool I was then

It was a trophy of yours and a burden of mine