the master of my own
demise is that I can't
dwell forever in the
ranks of the high
society your heart doth occupy

This life is
yours

and yours alone.

So just keep going
and forget not who
you are
and from where
you have come.

A fun house, haunted house,
I won't live here anymore.

I was halfway to
your house and
turned
around because I hadn't locked my door;

It's too heavy to keep
swinging back and
forth. So please, make
sure you take all of
your belongings before
exiting the carousel.

A fun house, haunted house,
I won't live here anymore.

the gasp at the eleventh
hour has nothing to do
with the gunshots of
the ones before