A Better Way
is there a better way to say it
then turning and walking out the door
it's not the way either of us planned it
love doesn't live here anymore
I remember that day when we first met
that look in your eye when you first saw me
the look long gone as well as our song
and there's someplace else you'd rather be
spring fades to summer like my favorite jeans
summer faded quickly into the fall
come the monsoons, with lightning and thunder
by winter there's nothing left at all
there had to be a better way to say it
maybe with a kiss and one last smile
a better way of ending, without pretending
a better way of saying good-bye
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