You were there for me,

But where did it get you?

When we sat dreamed,

In your little room,

Did we fly or did we die?

I thought it was beautiful,

This thing we have,

But it's rotting and decaying,

Slowly upon arriving,

I tried to be your confidant,

And you were mine,

But all we did was cry,

And I felt guiltier,

As each day grew dimmer,

I felt the serene soul I'd created,

For years I made it mine,

And wehn I met you,

You cut the fabric,

Into a pathetic preamble of distress,

I used to want to know you,

And now if I ever see you again,

I will wish I'd never known you.