As old roses dry and wilt As our hearts grow cold apart It's to much trouble to admit These thoughts which screamed out from the start This time you were right, I get it I was wrong And now we can go, forget it All I've done Easier thought than said A fleeting ego just might leave grace Anxious lips quivering with dread This pride making us run in place This time you were right, I get it I was wrong And now we can go, forget it All I've done