I thought it was my liberation,
your leaving me like you did.
sneaking out like a little baby.
you ran home to mommy and hid.
Now they've got me on some medication.
I had no dreams for myself.
you killed out my humanity.
when before there was little else.
So now I'll make my dedication,
To your awful, stupid memory.
there is nothing here called sanity
you made your choice; them or me.
But then my spellwork grew; fruition.
my godling, my once-forbidden amour.
and when I looked up and saw him.
all grown up and ready for life, and more.
So see? you were my liberation.
In leaving me like a little boy.
Now, while you're in hibernation...
My life is filled with his sweet joy.
So go and play your game now.
I don't need your memory.
Go far away and play your game now.
As far from me as you can be.
