I made the choice today
to be other than I am
To find another way
to be other than a lamb

I looked you in the eye
and burned all I wished to say
and looked away wondering why
it's always me who walks away

After all, my love was true.
The only problem I had
was that his was too
and his luck was bad

So again I smile and stand
and with a grandious bow
I'll wander away across the land
knowing his time was now

You'll never her my voice
as I cry out in vain
because the right choice
is often that of pain.