It's been three years now.
We've both changed, you and I, more than anyone will ever know.
I'm not so quiet now, I speak my mind. And I don't break down so easily.
You try harder now, you try to be better. You are.
I can't help but remember standing onstage, watching you.
You crept down from your column like sin, like they said you would.
They whispered in my ear, "Don't look."
But I stood there, breaking the Fourth Wall.

And I'd like to think she felt guilty.
I'd like to think she threw off her blue gown,
yanked off her crown.
I wonder if she cried
like I did.
She said she didn't love you.
But she knew how much I did.
They tried to comfort me, sympathize with me
while we watched you
with her.

And now we're starting over
three years later.
And you ask me why I left.
Why I'm never appearing on that stage again.
I tell you I don't know why.
But I'm still breaking the Fourth Wall.
I'm still not following the script.
I'm still watching you.
They still tell me, "Don't look."

I'm not so quiet now.
I speak my mind.
But I break
down
so
easily.