Sh*t Happens

It feels like only yesterday, that we were holding hands
Hugging and living peacefully on a private island

But the wheather changed and became so violent
And blew me away from the blessing God sent

Now i see you around, from time to time
And every day i wish, that you were still mine

But things weren't working out, so i let you go
Before we really hurt each other, and lost control

But now you seem a whole lot worse than before
You would of been better off within the strong door

Of my heart, were you'd be safe and secure
But your love was a sickness, and freedom was the cure

Because of us both, we suffered so much
And if you act better you'll find "Mr. Perfect," and such

Well we had a real good, and long run
And everyday with you was always fun

Now i know that it really hurts when love ends
But like so many people say "Sh*t Happens!"