The usual night of strikes and spares couldn't be;
There was something inside myself, something building in me.
Time and time again,
a period of oblivion
from the depths of you I've seeked.
The cause, I can't get over you;
the effect in turn, is very bleak.

Sunlight shining through the summer windows;
an illusion clouded by your grasp upon me.
Subconsciously,
you held my delicate heart
in the palm of your hands;
thrown as if it were a baseball to a McGwiresque bat;
all sort of some Divine Plan.

Relief from the oncoming slaughter of arrows through my heart.
Cupid struck once long ago,
these arrows from heart-to-heart you fire at me
do not pierce, but they tear me apart.
Anxiety, nervousness, shyness, hopes and fears
building inside like a volcano of culminating tears.
Life is a combination 
of possibilities, opportunities, and experiences we've learned.
There was a time I searched and searched
for an entrance to your heart.
The fastest, farthest way out
is the pathway for which I've yearned.

'Four Seasons Of Loneliness' echoes in my ears.
'I long for the warmth of days gone by...'
But longing for a single moment of the past
did nothing but well up tears in my eyes.

So I did my part,
no regrets of the past
shall remain in my heart.
Life is standing in your corner;
the train is about to depart.
These trying times upon us
lay upon the wings of the butterfly.
You have your chance,
but if you allow it to pass...

I will mean it when I say the words

Good-Bye.