Razorblade tongue
and a grin of delight,
all I was as I tried
to live through each night
by your side...

Poisonous fangs
bit through each kiss;
I played my little game
it was mostly hit and miss,
but love just the same.

I'm sorry I left
and you don't understand,
I've always played tight
now I can't show my hand,
I grew into this fight.

And I'm sorry I told you
that nothing was true
when the colours faded
in my love for you,
black and white left me jaded.

All that's left is goodbye
and I'll miss you sometime,
what else can I say?
Tomorrow is (by definition)
another day.