The Man Of Fifty

I would want to be the man of fifty;
because
i've failed to grasp those one-on-one talks.

I could never give you the attention;
of
which fifty men could give you, because I'm only one.

In general, God only made me one man;
not
forty-nine men with a heart to break, and one man with you.

No, this one man I am, could only want one to;
love.
But one wasn't enough for you, it would have to be fifty.

Forty-nine chances to be with you;
but
reality likes to slap me, only in one way.

It's hilarious how much;
information
and memories that are now rendered meaningless.

If I ever had to mention you, it would be;
clinically
proven to make me feel better of the situation.

I wouldn't say I'm hurt;
because
forty-nine men couldn't be hurt, it only takes one to endur.

I can't say that I've had forty-nine;
fair
chances to make this right; only one chance to be sorely mistaken.

They warned me about you, told me to bury
you.
It would have took more than the will-power of one man.

I've never failed to be one;
man.
But never been successful to be the fifty men you asked me to be.