© 1988 Kathy Mar



And the very saddest part is that I chose it on my own

I let him run my thoughts around to streets I'd never known

He drove me to distraction but I gave him all the keys

He drove me from my sanity and quickly to my knees



And the very saddest moment was the moment of goodbye

I knew I had just let him go without a decent try

He wore me while I shimmered and discarded me at last

He wore me out with overuse and then our times were past



         And of all sad words of tongue or pen,

         The saddest ones are these, "It might have been"



And the very saddest memory is all I didn't say

And all the things I could have done that somehow got away

I cannot blame him half as much as I must blame my fear

It's all that makes me want to die and all that keeps me here



And the very saddest story is to say it might have been

And if we never try at all we never have to win

The losing is much easier, it's only fear and pain

If I win once it only means I have to win again



         And of all sad words of tongue or pen,

         The saddest ones are these, "It might have been" (X2)