There's little left to say, except you   had to get your way, but that's OK   cos I got mine and you're free to   walk away, all those decisions never   made, all those words were never   said, the songs we took as ours are   now redundant and unworn. My   hands are tied behind my back, a   victim of this circumstance, the   first to say it's inconsiderate to   wait anymore. I wished I'd asked   for you to stay but you'd have left   here anyway, always get the things   you want and I'm left counting down   the days, all those decisions never   made, all the words were never   said, the songs we took as ours   now seem so far away. The   distance is untold.