How can you believe its over?
Every time you meant to be there.
Sitting hopeful in my waiting chair.
Reading Shakespeare's supposed tragedies again.
We play a game thats never ending
All good things come to an ending
Perhaps its checkmate, full time or something.
All good things come to an ending, thats one thing.
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I needed someone?
Now its time to go our separate ways.
Close all the doors
forget all the plays,
all options weighed up I was wrong and I am sorry.
