I hear warning bells again
I hear the noises random
I breathe the scent that smells again
I miss the taste of fandom

You wanted me for purposes
You only could divine
You put me through your circuses
You made me want you mine

We walked a path though short
We travelled not for long
We enjoyed but all for naught
We tried, but now it’s wrong

They tell me not to dwell
They tell me it’s not right
They try to make me well
They try to make me fight

I just can’t be bothered
I’m so very tired
I didn’t want to be mothered
Just gently liked, admired