All The Best

A personal revolution is in full swing
Some new bling, more paint
I'm the patron saint of all things fake,
Far too long consumed by rage
Things have got to change.

 

You keep your cards so close to your chest
One day you'll let someone see
And you'll feel free,
That someone is not me.

 

By breaking our channel
By closing your mind,
Shutting me out
You have left me with much to think about
So I guess thanks are in order
By not replying you did me an ugly favour,
All the tears I will savour.

So if this is it
I wish you all the best
God bless and all the rest
I can't decide
If you're dying or flying,
Whoever or wherever you are
I think our road has reached a dead end.
And that's a shame
Because we only have ourselves to blame.