Dear Pipsqueaks,
For the ones that shouldn't stay...
It has been decided
You must be on your way
No more explanations
No more delay
I had your bags packed
Already prepared for
There's only one way out
And that's the front door
What was meant to be
Surely not complicated
Yet, now where are we
No where near delighted
Like two stations
Playing their own songs
Only the rare occasion
Humming the same sing-alongs
But let's give credit
To those happy days
When nothing required audit
How amazing to be love craze
Drawn back to reality
Even the light must give way
So shall happiness to dismay
I have taken my bow for this play
Now its your turn
Please leave the stage with your bouquet
For the ones that shouldn't stay...
It has been decided
You must be on your way
No more explanations
No more delay
I had your bags packed
Already prepared for
There's only one way out
And that's the front door
What was meant to be
Surely not complicated
Yet, now where are we
No where near delighted
Like two stations
Playing their own songs
Only the rare occasion
Humming the same sing-alongs
But let's give credit
To those happy days
When nothing required audit
How amazing to be love craze
Drawn back to reality
Even the light must give way
So shall happiness to dismay
I have taken my bow for this play
Now its your turn
Please leave the stage with your bouquet