Dear Seth

Dear Seth, Still one more year to go because you let things get to your head. I know you’re trying to overcome this, but this negativity I cannot bed. And all the kings horses And all the kings men Couldn’t put your head Back together again If roses are red And violets are blue Exactly how sweet is the Sugar I gave to you? Dear Seth, Things are getting rough again. Time is going by so slow and I’m only receiving more sad news. It seems you’re clipping your own wings. Your freedom you have sold. But if Adam and Eve were meant to be Why do I feel like Eve and you the snake? You have fed me your poison, which I am no longer tempted to take If that mocking bird don’t sing Then I’ll know I can’t change a thing Hush baby now don’t you cry Everything should be alright Dear Seth, The days are dragging by, but it seems there is no reason for this. There is no support left to hold. Not even when I think how much of you I love and miss. And all the kings horses And all the kings men Can never put my heart Back together again If roses are red And violets are blue Why has this sugar Turned as bitter as you? Dear Seth, The day you are released from these bars will never come. You will always be trapped inside for it seems now, two is lonelier than one. But if Adam and Eve were meant to be, With me Eve, why did you choose to be the snake? You keep drinking the poison you find, And the poison that you make Not once have I heard that mocking bird sing I know now what I did, didn’t change a thing Hush now, don’t be so loud when you cry Everything was supposed to be alright Written May 29, 2009