Well, its just the fault of circumstance
The game of youth, the threat of chance
And I cant seem to find another way
To justify my loss of words
But some day, they say Ill be cured
But, be assured Ill always be this way
And we all suffer guilt and shame
In the frame of skin and bones
Little one, youre not alone
I think its time you stepped out of the shade
But who among your chosen ones
To the one who cant be told?
No dont, believe, a single thing I say
But I recall that night right well
We stood the streets while darkness fell
Said, you could tell I had something to say
Well I tried to leave but you said no
That eventually we all must go
So we search the town to find out why we stay
And now the days are growing thin
And the leaves litter the streets
And the fog infests my sheets
And we are each to scared to even greet the day
And all those resolutions
Unfulfilled,I will soon repeat
Cant escape my own deceit
Oh, I do intend to meet myself someday
And it sickens me to see you now
With your pursed lips and your purchase crowd
Spouting out self-evidence as proof
But you are virtue, you are why
Mothers weep and young men die
For just the sight of the pyrite of your tomb
But what shames me the most my dear
Is the hate you left behind
In the shallows of my mind
And the cold out lines
Where once you used to lay
So Ill pour out this parting glass
And attempt to wash my hands
Of what your memory demands
No, I never planned for things to end this way