It's been a full three years since that time,
you know the one m'dear, so slowly has it passed
right on by. That once time m'dear,
when we would laugh and play;
glad the sun came out just once that day.
And yet, despite our attempts to see that again,
you've given up all hope and destroyed my own.
Then you walk, head held high;
proud for nothing. So you cheated death...
a few times perhaps. You didn't know the
worry I felt, the times I suffered as you passed by.
Then there was that one time,
you tore me apart happily, picking the pieces
and scattering them because you could. You
like to watch me dance for you, that's your reason.
Your passing notes, until the crying ceases.
At what time will you stop this game?
Perhaps when it's all said and done, nothing
left for you to pick off? I can't form scars with
you there, slicing in new wounds. Maybe I'll
cut your game short, my mark being my soft pith...
Would it end then? Your vile game measures to
hurt me more than that welcomed idea ever will;
maybe I'll play along with you that one and only time.
Surely you'll love that, you'd play along and watch;
playing the master of a victimless crime.
I guess you may choose, you made all
those choices before without my aid.
And yes, this choice is done. Your cordially,
and welcomely invited to play high,
to play very high in my bleak parade.
