No matter how many tears I shed,
You will always choose her.
No matter how angry I go to bed,
You will always choose her.
No matter how many times I tell you,
You will always choose her.
No matter how many time I beg you,
You will always choose her.

And I don’t want to force.
I don’t want to coerce,
So therefore, I must go.
Don’t stop it now, it’s the end of the show.

Her little play has come to a great end.
The finale was a sweet satisfactory for her.
Don’t come back to try to amend
Because she’ll just return with another maneuver.

No matter how much I know those looks were real,
She’s not going to let them be.
No matter how much I know the depth of how you feel,
She’s never going to let that be.
No matter how much I know you may love me,
She’s never going to let that be.
Now matter how much I tell you that I love you more or equally,
She’s not going to let that be.

Here are my final lines in the play.
“I’m so sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.”
Even though you’ll beg me to stay, I’ll say,
“I’m so sorry, but she’s got me walking out your door.”

You’ll be upset, you’ll get mad,
But I have to leave; this - I can’t borne.
You’ll be frustrated, you’ll be sad.
If anyone, she’s to abhor.