i sat here in the cool and the dark,
feeling restless and reckless and alive,
what would i give for just one more chance?
well...nothing...i surmised,
as the wind picked up,
and the howl began to growl,
i sensed my all too familiar friend,
with his deadening ache,
and shattering break,
he'll force me to face up to my fiend,
oh it was a long time ago,
a thousand fairytales away,
that i broke someones heart like a twig,
and every so often it comes at me in the night,
a mildly incessant dig,
i guess everyone has their cross to bear,
and bearing it must mean you somewhat still care,
but when you've been thoroughly punished,
and punished rightfully so,
when is it proper and just and time,
to up and let it all go.