Sad Songs

And the light you gaveYou took when you were goneIt's a war that can't be wonWith fists or talk or moneyAnd there's no escapeBut there's nothing I want moreBut I'd better stop complaining nowI guess becauseToo many sad words make a sad, sad songToo many sad words make a sad, sad songAnd the night you cameYou won me all and allAnd the better part of everythingWas born to runAnd the price of fameIs that they love you when you're goneBut I better stop complaining nowIt's useless becauseToo many sad words make a sad, sad songToo many sad words make a sad, sad song