Like the swing lingering from the tree
Our past is all you can see

Spiraling down the winding path of insanity
An exit, you must get
Our end has far been met

You put kind words on paper
Even wrote them to a melody,
Filled with flash and flattery
You even say, you love me

Yet, this endeavor is vain
I am sad to say,
You’ve already had your day

No longer the same,
You wouldn’t know more than my name

Each day the cracks grow bigger,
The breaks stronger,
The limb weaker,
Time to cut the swing down
Before it crashes to the ground