So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday Im losing on the swings, Im losing on the roundabouts Im losing on the swings, Im losing on the roundabouts Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over The game is over So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart Im losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride Im losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play The game is over I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream A scream thats borne from sorrow I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning Promised wedding now a wake The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears So Ill hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens song Has gone solo in the game, Ive gone solo in the game But the game is over Can you still say you love me
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 17:14:38 +0000