I have given up.
For every losing battle,
Will shake and rattle,
And cost me part of my soul.
I have given up.
And as surely as I will die,
I know this to be right,
I would rather not die
Of love and my thoughts at midnight.
I have given up.
For your intials say
Both kill me and kiss me,
And i didn't know which
I wanted more to be.
It is not that I decided
You weren't worth my time of day,
But rather you decided
I wasn't worth yours,
But I've learnt that it's okay.
So this is the story
Of a love sick pup,
And the tale of how
He has given up.
