This was Once upon a time
I am sitting here crying for a fault that ain't mine I'd much rather be looking down from a cliff slowly dying I pause to remember, looking at you through a hole in the glass your face so brightly lit the painted smiles the loving juveniles I can hear the glasses clink the necklines dropping the skirts rising the smiles turning into grins the wishes escalating I don't think anyone there knows that you are only pretending that behind the warm welcome you are only loathing I can see you trying hard to tell me to leave, to wish me away, to ask me to stop crying, trying, loving.. now I say, I give you up to the world that aches for a piece of you I will give it all I have to see you through you say you want freedom from the clutches of glum I put it on the table for you Gave you my share of happiness too but don't you see you are all that I have why do you want that too?