All good things must come to an end
No matter how hard one tries.
I understand how the matters stand
When I look in your eyes.
If I see the gray tint of the fall,
Yellow leaves that winds tear and rise
Then I know that you feel so small
When I look in your eyes.
If the rose gives its gracious hue
To your bitter-cherishing lies
I know whom you’d like to see in your mew
When I look in your eyes.
All good things must come to an end
And soon I will not realize
How well or how poorly your matters stand
When I look in your eyes.
I won’t care what’s written on your face;
To me you will lose your size.
If I’m not in love with you any more
When I look in your eyes.
all good things must come to an end
© Copyright: Monday, 2001
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