Well of Pain

I always thought we'd make it,
but now I'm not so sure.
I always was a fighter,
but I'm tired of the war.

I always thought we had it made,
that our love could get us through,
when even in the darkest hour
the best of me was you.

And I knew that love for you comes hard,
if it comes at all,
and I thought I had enough for both,
but I was headed for a fall.

I fell for you from the very start,
my heart was yours to keep.
I dove right into your stormy sea,
I didn't care how deep.

But I never knew how you needed more,
even when I loved you best.
Even when the love seemed strongest,
you put it to the test.

And I passed each test you gave to me
(at least I thought it true),
but now I know I never could,
no matter what I do.

I love you now as I loved you then,
but tests will take their toll,
and what you want is all that's left,
and I cannot trade my soul.

I should have seen the warning signs,
I thought I was so smart.
I should have seen your leaving coming
from the very start.

I really thought the love I had
could both of us sustain.
I never fully recognized
how deep your well of pain.

And a better fighter I've never known,
every well-placed blow I felt.
And I admire your courage and aptitude
for even those below the belt.

But I'm tired now and you'll understand
when I say, I can take no more.
And you know that neither one of us was any good
at being someone's whore.

So now the door's flung open wide,
what matter who goes first,
we both have had the best of us,
why tarry for the worst?

And if someday you find a love,
and I sincerely hope you do,
I hope and pray that you, my love,
will find that love in you.