If I'm forced to choose a side

Then that's what I shall do

I'd rather have a lemon tree

Than come back to you

This was not love

Not bittersweet

Not healthy

Nor all well

This was more like lemonade

As far as I can tell

To sweet is the drink

And pleasant it's not

just a sickly reminder

Of battles not fought

If running away is what you choose to do

Then I choose the lemon, rather than you