You  imagine you're Golden
Strutting down these shining streets-
Well that was me, my little Sweets
Tossing glitter at your feet.

Your path won't be so bright
Without me now.

May your memories of the worst of me
Consume thee, follow, swallow thee.
Not knowing what will never be --like
never free. Not like me.

May joy always elude you
And may the blackest cloud surround you
Until your final, dismal day
When you realize no one loves you.