I heard a story yesterday
Of a young man, I am told
Who seemed to always get his way
Whatever goods he sold.

Now this young man, he had a crush
A girl he so adored,
He would even, at her beckoned call
Have fallen on his sword.

He strove to make her happy
For, he felt she was ideal.
She cleaned and gamed and loved him
And could cook a mighty meal.

But over time, this same young man
Began to overlook
The little things he did for her,
As if he wrote the book.

Her love was stretched by sadness
And her body writhed in pain.
She would start to wonder if he'd
Ever love her again.

But this went on, and on, and on
Until she'd had enough.
She cared for him and got nothing back
It was just too tough.

And our young man just sat there
When told his love would depart,
Before he whispered quietly,
"I saw this from the start."

So, now he must ask himself
If he can live life this way,
Breaking girls' hearts,
Giving them no reason to stay,
Watching movies by himself
On every rainy day,
Drifting through life, scene by scene
Without a part to play.

And all because
One fateful day,
The little things
Fluttered away.