Ticket Home

My ticket home has left me stranded.
My presence of late, has been uncommanded.
My usual charm and sophistication is gone;
I can no longer be blamed accordingly.

My silouette no longer softened.
On walks all alone no longer often.
I used to be moved by a romantic nature, but it’s gone;
I can no longer be held responsible.

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I’m finding it easy to be cold and effective.
No effort involved if I’m unreflective.
Who knows what I might do,
I wish that I knew.

It seems that I have lost my senses,
Teetering on senseless fences.
My feelings of ease and graceful balance are gone;
I can no longer be blamed accordingly.

CHORUS

Don’t ask me why.
I know I can no longer be...
Don’t ask me why.
I know I can no longer be...
Don’t ask me why.
I can no longer be held responsible.

My timeliness has become outdated.
My innocence has become frustrated.
I need to be free of my expensive distractions ‘til they’re gone;
I can no longer be held responsible.

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