Script For A Jester's Tears

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...
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,

I act the role in classic style Of a martyr carved with twisted smile...
To bleed the lyric for this song... To write the rites to right my wrongs...
An epitaph to a broken dream...To exercise this silent scream
A scream that's born from sorrow...I never did write that lovesong...
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
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 our peace forever... when you wear your bridal gown..
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' 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...Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me...
Do you love me..Do you love me...Do you love me...Do you love me,
the jester's tear