"It's for the best." "It's for the best."
I echo your sensible erudition.
This wretched thing, you nobly expressed,
But the phrase sounds worse with repetition.
Logic serves to prove it true.
I'm aware that I should move along.
But I cannot manage to forget you,
And all these words seem stale and wrong.
It's for the best. It's right. Indeed.
Yet still I cannot hold this true.
For when I said that I agreed,
It was the first time that I lied to you.