And where, dear friend, have you escaped to.
Is it a vacation that is,
(As you would say)
Prime.
Where has your charming side gone now love?
I promise to you,
(Whether you believe it or not)
That the cute things got,
You farthest.
Have you become blind
To the beauty of innocence?
To the fundamental nature
That we had nurtured so.
Cause from here,
(Though it may be miles away)
Its appears its gone to your head.
The relentless joys you fake,
(dont try to say otherwise)
Arent good enough for you;
(At least not for whom you were)
And that smile I see,
Is not complete, not truthful.
Stop cowering in those lies.
Where have you escaped to, my darling?
(Could it really be better,
Than me?)
