You gave me love, so I translated it back to you.
You shattered my heart, so I broke yours too.
Honestly, there wasn't much more that I could do
but reciprocate what you dealt,
and make you feel how I felt.

You wanted to fly, so I gave you the wings.
You wanted my all, so I gave you those things.
You flew away and my heart now stings,
left to feel the pain you shared,
and doubting that you ever cared.

You said: "Love is a mystery." I agreed of course.
I said: "Love is mysterious, but full of remorse."
You agreed too: "Love is a resource."
I couldn't tell a lie,
but you still said goodbye.

I guess I used that resource up, because it's gone.
Then again, it all could have been a con.
My questions, thoughts, they carry on and on...
...and endlessly I pray
that you'll be back someday.