Should Have Known

 

I should have known right from the start

You’re a casualty of the heart,

 

No fond memories and only pain

How did you ever stand the strain?

You nearly died driving in the wrong lane

Living with the wrong man driving you insane,

 

I should have known right from the start

You’re a casualty of the heart,

 

Waiting for that rare good mood

Some say I’m just a co-dependent Dude

Love isn’t meant to be spent in solitude

No need for this no need to come unglued,

 

I should have known right from the start

You’re a casualty of the heart,

 

The shining white knight comes along

But it’s just the same sad old song

Maybe now you finally found where you belong

Perhaps I’ll stop by someday if you’re feeling strong,

 

I should have known right from the start

You’re a casualty of the heart,

 

It’s just the fool in me too blind to see

Nothing even love is for free

Wondering why you ever pursued me

I’m always dreaming of things that never can be,

 

I should have known right from the start

You’re a casualty of the heart.

 

Perhaps it’s just the casualty inside of me

Living just like a dying tree

Too confused much too frequently

Awaiting some illusion of tender mercy,

 

I should have known right from the start

You’re a casualty of the heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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