The field is lit with bright light
The grass cut to perfection...

At times I know not of myself
I'm worn out, put me on the shelf...

You say you love me, you say you respect
Then why have I been a leftover and a reject...

The time has arrived to say goodbye
Hold back the tears, turn, walk away...

Love, a great misunderstanding in life
A strong, desirable feeling...

A friend of mine so precious to me
One whom I can talk and cry to...

There was once this boy in a confused state
He was known for his smiles and happy face...

It's strange almost peculiar
That the ones that actually matter to me...

I am nothing but a pup
I pal around with you and I'm your loveable friend...

A trumpet from Czechoslovakia flies in
He comes out of the plane tired and seeks an inn...

We've known each other for quite awhile
I thought we would be great friends...

As I remember the unpleasant and think
Without warning, flashbacks come in a blink...