I promise you an end to tears Till the last have dried We can face each other in a host of brave disguises A list of limits has been posted in your eyes We can not defy them You know how hard we tried Once I played the game so hard, that players died Suffered more from madness than a player realizes I as queen of empty truths, you as king of lies There is much in sadness, that a metaphor disguises I don't mind to keep around some things you left behind Room full of trinkets, with nothing left to hide ..but there are patterns cut so deep that they abide I will not forget you, I am sure because I tried