You used to believe
Me to be beautiful,
You used to believe
Me to be Green;
But when I went
Along down The Road with you,
You somehow
Turned out really mean.

I never thought I'd find someone
Who I would connect
with so close up to par;
But somewhere down
along those lines,
For some reason we
grew apart really far.

I really wish you could tell me
What it was that drove us away;
For each week that goes by
I wonder,
Why my heart breaks
that much more, every day.

It's unbelievable to mention
And completely embarrassing to care,
The atoms of my being won't stop
vibrating
At high frequencies somehow,
over there.

It's like as though there was a time
When we lived a full life
at some point together;
But then that time came short
For some reason,
And ended far too quickly,
one season.

It's like as if it's not me that's lamenting,
But a considerable ghost from my past;
Somewhere down Human History's line,
Where for some reason
The memories last.

I really don't know how to
Find it within me to fix this,
Without a considerable
shock to my brain;
Some modulated electrical pulses,
To ensure I am no longer in pain.

If someone can please place me into that chair,
The Grand Neural-Reformatting Beast,
If something can be said about this,
I would be most grateful,
To say the least.

Just so I can be finally done with this mess,
And numb enough to no longer care;
So I can happily continue
To move on with my life,
And not continue to
bother everyone else, over there.

I thought that I was useful,
I though that I "belonged";
But when The Family turned on me,
I knew that I'd been wronged.

Whatever lessons I was
to learn from this,
I am still trying to
figure out on my own;
But it's become too hard
to see the big picture,
When the pieces
aren't even being shown.

It's easy to say "forget it",
When it's already too hard to do;
What would make things a tad easier
Would be more time spent with you.

I don't know how to stop this longboat
From crashing right into the locks;
And killing all five-thousand crew
And sending them straight into the Rocks.

Perhaps I shall simply admit myself
To a life that exists behind bars;
With a proper straight jacket and a foam head piece
And a safely installed mouth guard.

At least I will be protected there
And given some safe refuge;
Even though they may scream down the halls....
I'll know I'll be gone from you.
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