Resolution
When the game started I knew it was trueThe things you said that may or may not be you.
You looked as you talked, but it wasn't at me,
I could have burst in flames like a old, broken down tree.
But you would't have noticed, either me or the tree.
They have your eye, your heart and my soul.
Bet all you worry about is who will make the goal.
A rhyme is fine, lessens the work of my mind,
Cause I don't really care if the rhyme isn't there, not quite on time, isn't mine.
But when you come back and do see me there,
I sure hope it isn't to offer my chair... to them.
I guess its true what they say about you.
You're just too good for me or that damn tree.
When I am gone and then they see the work I put into me,
They'll talk about you and why didn't I see
The time you spent working on that old tree, me.
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