She told me it's over
And pack up my things...

I could sit here all night
And cry these sad tears...

Does anybody know
The path from a broken heart...

A rose colored rose
Purest there is...

Its a few pages of a Fairytale
But every word of it is true...

For all my poems
And all my rhyme...

Today I almost did something
That I never should've did...

It's Mr. Ripple's Golden Rule
Something he lives by...

Long ago in the Ancient World
And beneath the Poseidon seas...

Within the vicinity of the Heavens
Down those charming streets of Paradise...

Within the vicinity of the Earth
Down those dingy streets of Pergamum...

I drop my deaf thoughts into hysteria
That misery that has lots to say...