How do i tell him.
How do i tell the stary eyed boy within,
The prospects of your dreams seem dim.
I tell him i tried and tried but its rather grim,
I gave them my all but in turn lost limbs;
My limbs of love, hope, and peace gone on a whim,
And those who cut them hold no remorse within.
So how do i tell the boy... with a grin?
Or do i give him a bottle of gin,
For who shall pay for this sin.
How do i tell him,
It ends the way the story begins.