I made it through round one
But now I'm backstage...
what do you do
when your dreams become nightmares...
I've read of Lucasta and Althea
And I can only conclude...
Nurtured and grown, from a maternal earth
An English rose had sprung, in full array...
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to come...
It may be the last time our hands ever touch
And our souls meet...
What am I to you, a convenient excuse, put aside...
left out, retired- for your next new "boo...
I've never been a scholar
Though I learned along the way...
...
Walked a thousand miles in a lifetime...
Torn apart of what to do
Neither go or stay...
When will you stop asking who I am?
When will you realize that I am your friend...
Do I make your skin crawl?
Do I remind you of your own fall...