we’ve lived long and strange lives.
we’ve given and taken and what else is there?
for a brief beautiful moment,
you and i created a monument.
a tower of passion in music.
and now… what do we do?
your old friend,
you gave up on me.
now you long for better days–why?
it never occured to you that i needed you then.
not the way that a man needs a woman,
but sometimes a man needs a man-friend.
my heart is hard,
because you gave up on me back then.
thanks for nothing.