The world is a nice place out there.
This park we stroll in is indeed fair.
You and I, we used to speak
Even though I was very meek.
I remember that of bright futures we spoke,
And that it was by that giant oak
Where we would with all heart confess
That our beautiful love would profess,
But that was back in the old innocent days,
And now the world is all but a shade of grays.
I adore you in all your dignity,
But there is just this one thing, you see.
While I am away, you have a terrible knack
Of whispering behind my back.
I don't believe I know you any more,
And I have fearful thoughts many more.
Farewell to you, you saintly hypocrite.
You will never from me my deepest secrets elicit.