Wyndam-Pryce

Whatever is causing the Joan Collins 'tude, deal with it. Embrace the pain, spank your inner moppet, whatever, but get over it. 'Cause pretty soon you're not even gonna have the loser friends you've got now.

M'darling,
give me a moment,
let me spell it out for you,
and let you see,
for real this time,
and let you see the truth

Don't you see,
there's nothing to forgive,
as you did no wrong,
as have I,
I knew I wanted a second path,
and I chose to walk away.

It's nobody's fault,
we made a deal
to end our pain,
because we were friends
from the very beginning,

I realised that we were only friends,
because it would be inconvenient not to be.

Maybe I was right,
and maybe I was wrong,
I may have made a mistake,
but whether I did or didn't,
I moved on.

And I wouldn't talk about me forgetting,
because I can't remember
half the things I did
the day before.

It's painful,
and it's hard,
but it's life.

And the thing is,
if I could relive the moments once again,
I'd never want anything to change.