One fist for them and the other for complaining

The End

by Silverstein

The first time we met
Your face became etched
In my mind

You were the sun
I was the one
Who worshiped you.
My hands were your guns
Your eyes were my muse.

And I knew you could never love me
I had so much sorrow inside
You could never reach
But can I still keep
A place in your heart?

You broke my heart
You promised me the moon and stars
I fell for your dreams. I fell for your lies
There was no other way
You know I tried

And I knew you could never love me
I had so much sorrow inside
You could never reach
But can I still keep
A place in your heart?

There is something
I want you to know
I think you know exactly what it is
I didn't want to save you
I didn't want to save you
I set our house on fire
To watch it burn
But I couldn't just leave you there

And I knew you could never love me
I had so much sorrow inside
You could never reach
But I'll ask you this

Will you still miss me?
(Yes I'll miss you)
Do you love me?
(Yes I love you)

Planes fill the sky
We'll both die tonight
We'll both die tonight
Hands from the sky
Swat us away like flies
As we follow the light

Planes fill the sky
We'll both die tonight
We'll both die tonight
Hands from the sky
Swat us away like flies
As we follow the light

We'll both die tonight
We'll both die tonight

Swat us away like flies
(We'll both die tonight)
As we follow the light
(As we follow the light)

This union, a battle fought and lost
This union was not about the cause
This union was never about love

I walk around just really trying to figure this thing out and the two cents of the world that chimes in, always brings me back to you. I bleed for people just to have them make me look stupid or just so they can say, "he/she is worthless and won't amount to much." Well, I have one fist for them and the other one for complaining.

I've heard it said once, that nice guys finish last and as I grow older, that is always the case.

I'm 25 now and that always seemed to be our case, and the walk home is just as long as it started out to be.

These streets are filled with hate, and the longer I'm around them, It'll only get worse....but what can you do? I only have one fist for fighting and the other for complaining.