The Last To Know

Living in a house of cards Praying the wind doesn't blow too hard Giving in to differences Straining to keep up appearances. Making believe the thread can be save You're aching to leave but Deathly afraid of letting go The threads entangled you so. Jealousies and legal fees Running away like two refugees Shadowed eyes and alibis Tell you too late you've been victimized. Freedom is near but seems to elude you Trying to change you dreams into What your needs allow It should be easy by now Why is love always the last to know? Falling back on better days Trying your damnedest to laugh You've thrown those childish dreams away It's over, you say, still you ask Why is love always the last to know