As old roses dry and wilt
As our hearts grow cold apart
It's to much trouble to admit
These thoughts which screamed out from the start
This time you were right, I get it
I was wrong
And now we can go, forget it
All I've done
Easier thought than said
A fleeting ego just might leave grace
Anxious lips quivering with dread
This pride making us run in place
This time you were right, I get it
I was wrong
And now we can go, forget it
All I've done