Smile I said, in my rock hard dreams
I do love those custard creams
But you threw tea back in my face
For all that I do deface
For merely my presence here
You will feel my absence dear
I’m not a little chick
I know how to own the bitch
And you won’t make the guilt come slow
You wanted me and now I go
To ring the bells you say I can’t
This didn’t go as planned
But how and ever, here’s the truth
To hell with the glory of my youth
I will live the Present Peace
All else can do the dark decease