I promise you an end to tears
Till the last have dried
We can face each other in a host of brave disguises
A list of limits has been posted in your eyes
We can not defy them
You know how hard we tried
Once I played the game so hard, that players died
Suffered more from madness than a player realizes
I as queen of empty truths, you as king of lies
There is much in sadness, that a metaphor disguises
I don't mind to keep around some things you left behind
Room full of trinkets, with nothing left to hide
...But there are patterns cut so deep that they abide
I will not forget you, I am sure because I tried
