End of Love

I had a virgin, worked at the deli
Her little ears were warm and red
Pure and white as a January night
But she left before we ever made our wedding bed
Why me, why me
Why am I always the martyr I'm singing of
Why me, why me
I already hear the angels singing up above
Why me, why me
Why must I once again bear witness to the end of love
I had a waitress, lived by the water
Her hair was the color of sand
'Til one day I caught her with the ring I bought her
Still on her finger kissing my best friend
Why me, why me
Why am I always the martyr I'm singing of
Why me, why me
I already hear the angels singing up above
Why me, why me
Why must I once again bear witness to the end of love
It's alright, I'm not sad
I'm just bitter, I'm not mad
Just take everything I ever had
She's just everything I ever had
Everything I ever had
I had a wife, dark and faithful
We had a baby long ago
Now they're dust, now they're angels
Just sad songs on the radio
Why me, why me
Why am I always the martyr I'm singing of
Why me, why me
I already hear the angels singing up above
Why me, why me
Why must I once again bear witness to the end of love
And it feels like I'm a long way
Feels like I'm a long way
Feels like I'm a long way from home