I have done it again
I could not avoid the [bad word] touch of your presence any longer

Increasingly isolated. I slowly find relief in silence
I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go
Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment
I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way
How can something this special [bad word] so distant?

The exhaustion of boredom has taken its toll
Wash these walls and and throw away the ashtray
Feel [bad word] I've slept away too many days
Take me back to a place
where everything makes sense again

I never meant for things to turn out this way

No matter what the [bad word] is,
The good times will always remain
as intact as a static little perfectly drawn portrait
Holding on to them seems like the only thing pure enough to drive me at times

Increasingly isolated, I slowly find relief in silence
I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go
Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment
I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way
How can something so special fade as time goes by?