The lovers make out in early evening on the grass and I look away.
Not in disgust but just because I must.
They'll know loss so I do pity them and give them their moment in the setting sun.
But I'll not ever, ever again be one.
Not in disgust but just because I must.
They'll know loss so I do pity them and give them their moment in the setting sun.
But I'll not ever, ever again be one.