The Show Must Not Go On

You can bash your head against a wall for years
the wall is not impressed
or you can take a giant step away only to discover
the wound's already dressed

It's not hard to see a beautiful girl
and imagine the life that you could have had with her
but you can't bend time, nor bind it up in twine
you can try and try, but you'll never read her mind
which is fine, fine
'cause she cannot read yours

You treat me worse than you'd treat any stranger
For my part, I say thanks
I am like a cobblestone street
and you are like 50 Sherman tanks

Roll right over me
Reduce me to rubble
I am Monsieur Bovary and you are Madame Trouble
So much of what we grandly call love is simply in our heads
How many doors slammed closed
And stepped-on toes
and songs composed
and poems and prose
about things we've heard in words nobody said:

The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on

You can bash your head against a wall forever
The wall will never change
But if you like the bruises and the blood
The wall is not to blame

I'm trying to make it seem like I'm over you
The blindest man alive can see: It simply isn't true
Love only lasts as long as it lasts
Goes as far as it goes and it goes so goddamn fast
Sometimes it's fun
Sometimes burdensome
Sometimes hard up
Sometimes hard won
But you only miss it if it's gone

The show must not, the show must not
the show must not go on
not go on, not go on, not go on, not go on...