He walked away once again,
That same look upon his face...

They told me he's a good man,
And he's very proud of me...

They say he's just to young,
he doesn't yet understand...

You told me you were leaving,
I swallowed back my tears...

I use to see him twice a month,
then he stopped showing up...

My job is simple
yet so complex...

She looked up as he walked away
Wishing there was more to say...

He knew she was right
But his pride was to strong...

I sat and cried for the longest time putting off...
I still recall the day we met...

I can not miss
What I never had...

You should have seen those tears
the were surronded by fear...

Don't put pink in my room
only blues and greens...