Bitterness is real
My love I said
You never missed the call
To come through with it

Bitterness is sweet
Sorry that I broke your spirit
Only I thought
I could bring you like a leach to my soul

Things we used to be
How we used to feel
To say we knew each other wouldn’t be fair
Things we used to be
How it used to feel


As far in as we’re out
Gaining knowledge losing ground
I wonder when the sense begins…

The sentiment is real
In the blackness of the hate of my love
Lost is the pain
The burden of loyalty can bring

What a way to be
You ever think you’d break my spirit?
Did you know all along
That you’d bring me like a leach to your soul?

Things we used to be
How it used to feel
To say we knew each other wouldn’t be fair
Things we used to be
How we used to feel


more of you… less of me…
more of you… less of me…
more of you… less of me…
less of me… more of you…
less of me… more of you…
less of me… more of you…

© 2002 Fitzgerald