Fold

Fold

I guess you can only give so much of yourself.

Until there is nothing left to give.

Each woman that took a piece of my heart.

Left me another reason to remain alone as I live.

The sacrifices and compromises...

That I willing gave.

Are forever past with my notion that romance can last...

In an eternal grave.

It is only through experience that I speak.

For there are some that through their innocence turn the other cheek.

And walk right on into the fairy-tale fantasy.

Only to lose themselves in the mirror and wonder what they see.

And they give as I gave believing in change.

Not thinking for a second that they will become estranged.

From love, from the life that they thought that they knew.

I was that person. I was You.

How many times can you roll the dice ?

How many times can you deal with the pain ?

Is it ever really worth the price ?

When you go round in circles time and time again.

You can only give so much.

Eventually hearts of fire grow cold.

As you grow tired of the endlessness...

You take your hand and Fold.