Script For A Jesters Tear

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