Tin of Soup for One

So how did this become

A life that I don't recognize

The days pass one by one

With each a further compromise

I turned away from love

And now my love has gone

And I'm here on my own

With a ticking clock and a tin of soup for one

When did it start to harden?

When did it start to slowly buckle?

I used to love to garden, now I barely trim the honey suckle

I used to cook exotic foods, I used to feel erotic moods

I used to laugh a lot but that was then

So when did life become

This dull and shallow exercise

The days are cold and numb

Rehearsed and never improvised

I used to feel alive

But now I'm just alone

Sat here in the dark

With a buzzing fridge and a tin of soup for one

See I used to love to travel

How did life become so still and static

It used to just unravel

Now it feels so forced and automatic

J'ai appris le français

But never got to go to Paris

And now I feel so empty

I'm not sure I'm even here

And oh how I wonder

How life would be if I'd just walked away

If I'd been stronger

If I'd been brave

When I was younger

Well I could have left but every day I chose to stay

But now I wonder my days away

How did this become

A life that I don't recognize