Amuse Yourself Pick me up then drop me flat, amuse yourself in games, toss me high and watch me splat, it always ends the same. I thought I loved you and you cared for me, but the bruises make me wise, you never loved me and you never will, I was fooled by your disguise. So tell me again how sorry you are, try to play the games some more, but now my love is shattered like glass, that's fallen on the floor. You found me wandering far from the earth, alone in the cold and wind. You offered me love and a sheltered hearth, a place to anchor in... then you cast me off and set me adrift, alone on the sea again, but I've learned alot and I've grown a bit, and changed some things since then. I've seen it all and I'm tired of it, you and I are through, for I'd rather live once as a lonely man, than die every day I'm with you. So I'll pack my bags and spread my wings, free to fly away, I won't let you break me one more time, and I'm too tired and broke to play. Maharimi Karotlovitch, Oct. 5, 1976