I remember when you finally let me in,
I had unanswered questions even then.

When you leave
What will become of you and me?

Ive made the trip
Youve made it too,
But the time has come for you to tell the truth.

Better yet, do not answer,
What seems good for the goose, is not so good for the gander

It appears I am not good enough for you,
You yearn to throw me away and start anew.

A single tear comes to my eye,
When with this unseen person, I must vie.

Why do girls wonder the earth,
longing to fall in love,
and boys ponder how much greener is the grass,
on the other side of the grove?