I’m closing the door on that book 
The one where I mourn over the things you took 
Because the absence gave me truth 
And it may have been in the days of youth 
When I could have proclaimed
The sun is in every teardrop it rained 
And I cried my little heart out behind a wall 
And no one could tell I became a waterfall 
They just wondered where all the mist came from 
And just like that it was gone 
And a rainbow shines through like the sun
Split into its many hues
And I’ve been singing the blues 
Since someone close to me died 
And you looked surprised when you realised 
That I have cried 
Tears over those who are gone 
Like you could only hear the song 
And not the depths 
We’re out of step 
And sometimes I think of you and wish you well 
And wonder if you’re still jealous as hell 
Of everyone and everything you can’t control 
And how did you not know I wouldn’t accept the role 
You had foisted on me 
I don’t think you see 
Me for what I am 
And a boy offered me his hand 
And all I could see was what you had done to me 
And that he would be better off if he was free 
Of my burden 
So I give him my word, then 
Split 
And leave him with 
Nothing but the fairy dust 
As it sparkles in the palm that I trust 
And he thinks he’s a miscreant 
I know I should just rant 
And let it all out 
But there was a time when I trusted your mouth 
Until it stabbed me in the back 
But I took that knife and the slack 
And used it as rocket fuel 
It was less of a duel 
Than it was of a sacrifice 
And you think I am nice
But I’m not, I’m kind
But to myself also and so I leave you behind 
Back in the age of fourteen 
And it’s been nineteen years and the queen 
Has come to reign 
Over the lost kingdom again 
But this time not for me 
For all the beings I set free
From the war of the worlds 
All the suffering boys and girls 
Can find their home 
In me if I’m all alone 
And mystery 
The history
Of how I came to be this way 
Is hidden in what I do not say 
So look and read and hear the silence
I have given up the violence
That seems so endemic to the human condition 
At first you’re hurt then you’re ammunition 
And I learned from her 
How to forget what we were 
And let it be 
You might think that you see
All there is of me 
But I’m iceberg lettuce 
And it might be better if you just forget us