Back past the years of betrayal and desertion
Into a garden of jade green trees
There was a friendship once beautiful and magical
You were everything that I wanted to be

One last anticlimax as our ways part
I’ll weave a farewell gesture into the leaves
One last well wish, a going away present
Though that friend I once had is now dead to me

The orange muck that disfigures your face
Such beauty spoiled, it hurts to look.
I can’t bear the sound of that mockney voice
Wonder how many hours of practice it took
For you to deliberately bring yourself this low
What a self-defeating trick that fate did bestow
You only wanted not to be looked down on.

A once not-so casual acquaintance
A trace left behind from the world you once knew
I see you
Gazing across the rows in the classroom
At how far I’ve come without you.
You made your choice and I made mine
You did this to yourself, though God knows why.
You’ll see me
Gazing across the gulf between us
At how far you’ve come without me.

Maybe if they’d recognised your talents and you hadn’t felt degraded.
Maybe if I’d done my hair how you wanted me to
Maybe if I hadn’t betrayed your trust and taken you for granted
No doubt I failed you, but you failed me too.

You turned your back on everything you once stood for
Did I make the simple transition messy?
Is that why you hurt me, the then helpless victim?
The last time I was so.
And I’m not sorry.

Had you not the sight to see we only had to wait?
Had you not the strength to rise above those who looked down on us?

I’m sorry to hear your life’s run off the rails
And as we part ways I wish you well.
Remember your soul is not in that mirror
I hope you find what you seek down the path you’ve chosen
Though why you chose it, I can’t tell.

A once not-so casual acquaintance
A trace left behind from the world you once knew
I see you
Gazing across the rows in the classroom
At how far I’ve come without you.
You made your choice and I made mine
You did this to yourself, though God knows why.
You’ll see me
Gazing across the gulf between us
At how far you’ve come without me.

The orange muck that disfigures your face
Such beauty spoiled, it hurts to look.
I can’t bear the sound of that mockney voice
Wonder how many hours of practice it took
For you to deliberately bring yourself this low
What a self-defeating trick that fate did bestow
You only wanted not to be looked down on.