The worst pain is not loving and losing, It’s loving and knowing that it was never yours. Your mouth told me, “I want you just as a friend,” That sentence sentenced me. I bought the flowers, I rehearsed every word, My heart was already playing blues without a guitar. But the melody played a sin on me — When I went to declare myself, she arrived with another guy. Today I make a toast for myself, but without joy, A toast to the love that never had a beginning or an end. If she’s happy, maybe — maybe I’ll make a toast for real, But for today, I drink just to drown the longing. At the last meeting I almost said it, But fear took hold and made me back down again. Now I play alone, only my blues listens to me, And every note is for her. Now I drink — I drink to drown the pain. My sadness is an endless glass of whiskey, My happiness is an empty bottle. But deep down I know, I don’t know how to live without melancholy. Now I drink — I drink to drown the pain. My sadness is an endless glass of whiskey, My happiness is an empty bottle. But deep down I know, I don’t know how to live without melancholy.
