Love dies.

How many times do we do this
Till it becomes too much?
How many lessons must we learn
Before we get the hunch?

How loud do I have to yell
Before I lose my voice?
What argument must I make
Before you make a choice?

I'm walking down all the roads,
Drawing inside the line.
I've used up all my patience
To polish us till we shine.

I think our love is dying
We may as well be done.
I cannot keep on trying
Can't win what can't be won.

I ask you, please stop calling
I can no longer cope
With trying to accomplish
Something where there's no hope.

I'm walking away from you
I will not turn around.
I and both sad and relieved
That we're no longer bound.