Someone Else's Story

Long ago, in someone else's lifetime

Someone with my name, who looked a lot like me

Came to know a girl and made a promise:

She only had to say and that's where he would be

Lately, although the feelings run just as deep

The promise he made has grown impossible to keep

And yet, I wish it wasn't so

Will she miss me if I go?

In a way, it's someone else's story

I don't see myself as taking part at all

Yesterday, a man that I was fond of

Finally could see the writing on the wall

Sadly he realised he'd left her behind

And sadder than that he knew she wouldn't even mind

And though there's nothing left to say

Would she listen if I stay?

It's all very well to say, "You fool, it's now or never"

I could be choosing no choices whatsoever

I could be in someone else's story

In someone else's life, and she could be in mine

I don't see a reason to be lonely

I could take my chances further down the line

And if that man I knew should ask my advice

Oh, I wouldn't hesitate, he needn't ask me twice

"Go now!", I'd tell him that for free

Trouble is, the man is me

The story is, the man is me