The sun goes down the same as it did before
The Rosen die as their petals fall to the floor
The opera was always an awful bore
So don’t blame me

Your Poesie was never in vast supply
So if you’re less than inspired, I wouldn’t cry
Your broken herz is hardly the reason why
So don’t blame me

You weren’t as good at dancing as Du evidently thought
You swear that Du were charming once, I promise Du were not
So if you’re treated badly now, I’d scarcely be surprised
You’re seen for what Du really are, it’s time Du realized
If Du feel you’re finally going gray
You were a long time ago,...