[Verse 1]
It's a sorry state I find you in
All broken where you would not bend
With dagger drawn and steel to skin
You poke at wounds that do not mend

[Verse 2]
And I've seen you act this way before
It's not as funny anymore
With tired eyes you cross the floor
To say goodnight and close the door

[Verse 3]
The days and weeks will not be kind
To those who fight the will of the time
To little boys who fantasize
And dream of toys instead of wives

[Verse 4]
And it's a sad charade I leave you in
A wicked way to see it end
Still calling out without a friend
Remember me, remember when