The greatest irony of my life
Is that I should be this successful
When I should not have been
The greatest tragedy of course
Is being forgotten
When I loved her so dearly
What we don't care for
Seems easy to attain
Yet what we strive to have
Is nearly impossible to gain
It's not being ungrateful
No, it's great being lonely in style
Yet it would be marvelous
To see your face, and actually smile