a night in march
Good things don’t always last,
I was a fool to think they might,
holding a light in shaking hands,
watching it fade into the night.
Our love was only a flame,
burning out before its time,
I thought happiness was for me,
but it could never be mine.
Because good things don’t always last,
I’m learning that slowly,
some hearts are meant to break
and live their lives lonely.