And so I've said too much and not enough
 And so the play is finally at an end
 You never had the care to call my bluff,
 and so I must be pleased to be your friend
 But what then was the purpose of this game?
 I never really had a chance to win
 It's [bad word]  I rather like who I became
 But what am I to do with who I've been? 
 For I may wish to meet myself someday
 among the ashes of a fire long dead
 To see my shadow there and hear it say
 that it was happy with the life it led
 What emptiness awaits me? This I fear 
 Far more than any peril I might face
 My purpose in this world became less clear
 When you were taken from your cherished place
 Within my wishing heart and went your way
 So willingly it almost makes me ill
 To think it never crossed your mind to stay
 Pushes the dagger [bad word] the kill
 And yet how much of this was done by me?
 Had I the courage would you still have flown?
 How sad to think this was not destiny
 But my mistake, yet how could I have known?
 Now here is my dilemma, as it seems
 Do I accept the score that fate has set, 
 And calmly watch the passing of my dreams
 Or do I dare to place another bet
 That where the curtain falls another rises
 If I am wrong then strike me for my sins
 But I believe our acts and thin disguises
 Where but a prologue to what now begins