If Ever I Cried
I've wasted my days, standing in line
Truth is often wasted on the young
I've wasted my days, standing in line
I draw the line after serving my time
I've wasted my days, lost all my nights
We, we never made a perfect pair
But three sides have made me feel like such a square
You, you introduced him as a friend
The truth would only hurt me in the end
Defending your ways, and waiting for a sign
Knowing too late, and being too blind
Now as I leave, glancing behind, I'm willing to grieve
But you might believe I don't mean my goodbye
If ever I cried
Youth is only tasted when it's gone
Defending your ways, and waiting for a sign
Knowing too late, and being too blind
Now as I leave, glancing behind, I'm willing to grieve
But you might believe I don't mean my goodbye
If ever I cried
Accused of the crime of not being there
We never tried so our love slowly died
As we sat side-by-side playing solitaire
Not much to say, that was some New Year's Day
It seems that I paid for the wine that you shared in your lair
Secret stare, you didn't care
A fool on display under steaming red lights
Knowing too late, and being too blind
Now as I leave, glancing behind, I'm willing to grieve
But you might believe I don't mean my goodbye
If even one tear came away from my eye
You might believe I don't mean my goodbye
If ever I cried
Copyright 2003 Allister Bradley.
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