These are models of my own design,
Two circles never meeting.
One in 92 and 95,
And its all been up to me.

I may not listen to my own advice,
It can be so overwhelming.
There are strains on every double life,
But you wont hear me complain.

Yes, its true,
You knew,
You believed it.
You should just turn and walk away.

Took a compliment and photograph
And committed it to memory.
A model of how not to act,
At least not imitate.

And wouldnt it have been ideal
If it all fell down from heaven?
And how am I supposed to feel
When I know what you did wrong?

Yes, its true,
You knew,
You believed it.
You should just turn and walk away.

Yes its true,
You knew
I was leaving.
Were under the same skyline toda