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