The Show Must Not Go On

You can bash your head against a wall for years
The wall is not impressed
Or you can take a giant step away only to discover
The wound's already dressed

It's not hard to see a beautiful girl
And imagine the life that you could have had with her
But you can't bend time, nor bind it up in twine
You can try and try, you'll never read her mind
Which is fine, fine
'Cause she cannot read yours

You treat me worse than you'd treat any stranger
For my part, I say thanks ([?] says you're welcome)
I am like a cobblestone street, and you
You're like fifty Sherman tanks (That's a lot of Sherman tanks)

Roll right over me
Reduce me to rubble
I am Monsieur Bovary and you are Madame Trouble
So much that we so grandly call love is simply in our heads
How many doors slammed closed
And stepped-on toes
And songs composed
And poems and prose
About things we've heard in words nobody said

The show must not, the show must not
The show must not go on
The show must not, the show must not
The show must not go on
The show must not, the show must not
The show must not go on, not go on, not go on
Ba, ba-da-da, ba, ba-da-da, ba, ba-da-da

You can bash your head against a wall forever
The wall will never change
But if you start to like the bloody bruises
The wall cannot be blamed

I try to make it seem like I'm over you (I'm so over you)
The blindest man alive can see, it simply isn't true
Love only lasts as long as it lasts
Goes as far as it goes
And it goes pretty goddamn fast
Sometimes love is fun, sometimes burdensome
Sometimes hard up, sometimes hard won
But you only miss it if it's gone

The show must not, the show must not
The show must not go on
The show must not, the show must not
The show must not go on
The show must not, the show must not
The show must not go on, not go on, not go on
Ba, ba-da-da, ba, ba-da-da, ba, ba-da-da