If that is how it is, then there's no negotiation.
If that is how it is, then I am surely saddened.
If that is how it is.
You gave your heart to another and now it's in his hands.
If the circumstances had been different ... yes, I know ... but I wish you hadn't said that.
You know, honey, I had a dream once.
You were wearing a medieval dress and standing in a tower. I climbed the tower and embraced you from behind. Your knight for you, fair lady.
But it won't be. Can't be.
You see, honey, what I wanted to do was to break through to your privateness, your withdrawl from the world, and take it from you.
Or did I want to join you there?
It would cover me with comfort like a blanket, true.
It would've been nice. But would it have worked?
I tell myself I'm not ready for sleep yet. And I don't when that will be.
Goodbye, honey. I wish you well.
Take care, honey, Watch out for life's griefs.
And what about me? O, don't worry.
This'll hurt me -- hell, NOW it hurts me -- but I'll get past it.