Blindsided
She said that she would always love him
As she was walking out the front door
He knew what she was really saying
I don't want to see you anymore.
He wondered where it had gone so wrong
And how he had missed the warning signs
To him, love was something you ran to.
He guessed her love was a different kind.
He still adores the ground she walked on
But it looks like that was not enough
He knew that she had made up her mind.
And this wasn't some commitment bluff.
Now he sleeps on her side of the bed
Her teacup is still in the kitchen.
He rushes for the phone when it rings
Says a prayer, holds his breath, and listens.
He dialed her number quite a few times.
Even talked to the answering machine
But now he feels like an intruder
Butting in on another man' dream.
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