don’t tell me it was all for my own good
you should have fought
fought for us both
but you let me be
you let me walk away
take my battered heart
take my seeping mind
and watched me disappear
i didn’t know what to do
but i didn’t want you to give up
not so easily
not without a fight
don’t tell me it was all for my own good
it was the coward way to let love die
to let the bridge collapse and divide
the river banks as we stood
in distance, apart
knowing something could have flourished
something
i needed you to fight

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad