Only

In too many days, too many tears,

Too many stories of our yesteryears.

I couldn't say the worst of my fears.

I'm picking up the signs, maybe the end is near.

But at long last,

I recall the words that you told me.

This will pass and the love you have,

Will be for me, only:

After an hour, when I couldn't speak,

You tell a story that just makes me weep.

It may be my age, I'm just getting weak,

My skin's not thick enough for this critique

But at long last,

I recall the words that you told me.

This will pass and the love you have,

Will be for me, only:

There's too many pains, too many cries.

Too many hours drowning in your eyes.

Those were the days, so full of lies,

I guess I was in love with your disguise.