"I feel it's time to let go," she whispered, her tears wetting his coal dark hair. He held on to her tight, face buried against her neck,"Please dont go my dear." He swore his love was devoted, that they others meant not a thing But she pushed him away. "You just dont understand what Im saying."
It broke her up to walk away, but she knew she could not survive The way his player's heart was always on the field, actions belied All the words he spoke with tenderness and with care But when she needed him the most, he was never there.
Always chasing the girls, as harmless as he made it seem She knew she could not brave his Casanova scheme. Her resolution was quite the farce, and she knew that she would die "I know I have to let go," she told herself, falling to knees she cries.
