Slowly I can see that there’s an end;
And that my life is about to die, now I can’t deny.
You walked in looking like a saint.
But now I see, you’re nothing but pain.
Your touch felt ice.
Your eyes aren’t nice.
I asked you to roll the dice one last time, and you did.
You smiled and waved me a goodbye.
Our love is now gone.
With love, I am done.