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Troubadour

The poems I wrote about you
are burning in the fire
I'm purging you from my mind,
you were a glutton of desire
The music I wrote for you
was lovely as a pearl
I wasted Slamhead talent
on a psycho-neurotic girl

I won't be your troubadour anymore

You've thrown away a good thing,
who else will write you music?
I don't care if you come back,
you and I are finished
I thought that I loved you,
but love's a two-way street
If you decide to come back,
don't come begging at my feet

I won't be your troubadour anymore
No, I won't be your troubadour anymore

Now I'm doing homework
and I find decent rest
The months that I spent with you
just made my life a mess
Now that you're gone I'm happy,
it's like I've woken from a dream
You must have hypnotized me;
I was blinded by a fiend

I won't be your troubadour anymore
No, I won't be your troubadour anymore

Summer 1992