Toothache

Woe is me, woe is me This toothache will be the end of me Why must my tooth treat me like this? Did I treat her too poorly? I've done all I can to maintain this relationship; Save for here and there when I was a kid Woe is me, woe is me This toothache will be the end of me I thought we shared something magical We love the same treats; we even have the same tastes But maybe the chocolate fudge ice cream with chocolate syrup wasn't so practical She was always with me; even traveling with me to other states Woe is me, woe is me This toothache will be the end of me I guess our companionship just wasn't meant to last We aren't as inseparable as I had thought Was it the lack of gifts, perhaps? I never bought her anything but she never asked This comes from the bottom of my lips: 'so long my dear, I'm afraid it's time to say goodbye..it's evident our friendship has a crack'