Since you have lost all interest in me
The world is flat and stale, and I run dry
Clutching at all the wreckage of our debris
I stare out my window, and wonder why
You say you love me still, with ice-cold hands
Where shortly before there raged a wild fire
For now be careful where you place your brands
Lest you become entangled in the mire
It was you who started this, not I
And now it seems that you are ending it
You jerked my heart-strings right before my eyes
And then you tried to make me bite the bit
Still I'm thankful for those multi-colored days
Even though my world has since gone back to grey
--April 25, 2002
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