When I met you in 5th gradeIt pained meTo see you with other girls.So I made a moveTo get youTo be mine and only mine.As the years went onYou slowly forgotAll the thingsI would not.I still miss your eyesAnd your smileAnd I crave the way you looked at meEvery once in a while.And now I'm olderBut It still pains me
Why do you look so sad my darling?Does the light not shine where you are?I'll bring you a lightAnd make things alright.Why do you cry my darling?Do the fans not listen anymore?I'll bring you tissues to wipe your eyesI'll comfort you and question why.Why do you hurt yourself my darling?Does nobody believe you anymore?I'll bring band aids to put on your wristsAnd I'll give you love like I always did.Why did you leave me my darling?Did the lies become to much?I gave you love and I told them to stopBut I guess that wasn't enough.
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feather'd creatures broke away,Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatchIn pursuit of the thing she would have stay;Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,Cries to catch her whose busy care is bentTo follow that which flies before her face,Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew.Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You.Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind)Suits not my enquiring Mind.Therefore farther now repeat;What is Friendship when complete?Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief;'Tis to lend all due ReliefFrom the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand;'Tis to mortgage House and Land;For a Friend be sold a Slave;'Tis to die upon a Grave,If a Friend therein do lie.Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high,This, tho' more than e'er was doneUnderneath the rolling Sun,