So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts   One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.   Yet another emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and pride   Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the play   Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday      I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts   Too much, too soon, too far to go   Too late to play, the game is over      Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride   I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts   The game is over      Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the play   The game is over      I act the role in classic style   Of a martyr carved with a twisted smile   To bleed the lyric for this song   To write the rites to right my wrongs   An epitaph to a broken dream   To exorcise this silent scream   A scream that's borne from sorrow      I never did write that love song   The words just never seemed to flow   Now sad in reflection   Did I gaze through perfection   And examine the shadows on the other side of morning   And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning   Promised wedding now a wake      The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry   Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?    As you grow up and leave the playground   Where you kissed your prince and found your frog   Remember the jester that showed you tears,   The script for tears      So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown   In the silence of my shame, the mute that sang the siren's song   Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game   But the game is over      Can you still say you love me