Melody Waxed Sad
As time passed by the melody waxed sad,
The harmony grew tired, and deathly thin.
My song had changed from happy jig to ballad,
And I myself became too old, too grim.
From whence came hence this minor key? I knew
That 'Mas not my mistake, who could I blame?
The only one who brought these tears was you,
And on your shoulders rests the weight of shame.
So here it is, the song I wrote for you,
Do with it what you will, I've played it through.