Metamorphosis

                   Time is always changing us.
                   Things aren't always what they seem.
                   We've got to start facing reality
                   and stop living in your dreams.

                   When we first met two years ago
                   we became the best of friends.
                   Then you wanted more from me.
                   The beginning of the end.

                   I tried to put you gently down
                   without damaging our friendship.
                   Whenever I'd try to relax your hold
                   you would tighten up your grip.

                   I told you I'd never say goodbye
                   and I've tried to keep my word.
                   I had asked you for some breathing space.
                   My requests seemed to go unheard.

                   Now I've got to make my stand.
                   I've got to lay it on the line.
                   There's so many things I want to do
                   and I have so little time.

                   We've been changing all along.
                   Growing further and further apart.
                   Both reluctant to make that move
                   that would bruise and break your heart.

                   I didn't want to cause you pain
                   or tell you how it is,
                   but things cannot remain the same.
                   Call it metamorphosis.

                                        1 March 1983