When you have your heart set on the improbable,
and the life you wish for is complex enough,
Sometimes you have to let go of the impossible,
and attempt one more look from above.
There’s no shame in walking away in tact,
It’s hard to let go, but harder to forgive,
or believing your right, or left, for that fact,
to try being yourself and allow someone else in.
Be the bigger man and this too shall pass,
And you’ll find happiness soon enough,
and to that, I raise you my glass,
Cause for a son of a bitch, I know you’re tough.