can't wait to meet the first girl that breaks your life..

forty and you're all alone
nothing but an empty home
friends and family up and gone
ask yourself: was it worth it?

the drink you downed to lose it all
your comfort that became your fall
from corridors into the halls
ring echoes of was it worth it?

numbing of the pain inside
too bad it also took your pride
look in the eyes of your lonely bride
as she leaves asking was it worth it?

your children, why, they're barely teens
transitioning through the in-between
no father in sight is to be seen
when you see their tears, was it worth it?

you say that it's too late to change
but it's not impossible to rearrange
look beyond your scripted page
can you see that it wasn't worth it?