Here I am, alone again
Walking circles in my mind
Still refusing to believe
That you’re simply not my kind

We seem such a pretty pair
A good match, they all agree
But underneath the masks we wear
Is an emptiness they can’t see

Life is just a game to you
A challenge at every turn
I’ve seen you play with matches
I wonder, how many more will burn?

© 9/16/1983, JB Heston