Sometimes Thinking

Sometimes i get to thinking,

when we swore to each other
that our love would last,
that you kept right on loving
and I went on fine -
but the empty feeling
I know in your eyes
     and i know in your smile,
yeah, that you'll be fine for a while,
and I stare at a mirror-full of misery.
It's harder to hold
     what's easy to love.
It's not easy to leave
     what's harder to hold.
It's not as though my life
     ain't hard enough to do -
try getting over you.