When we were young things were so simple,
I was the one to look out for you - Your bossy knight
You were so innocent, so happy
You were irritating but you made me laugh

So when did things change?
Was it that day when I was 11?
The day I broke...
Shattered fragments of what once was
scattering across an uncaring wind

You forgot, but I remembered
Nightmered-filled nights
beneath an uncaring mask

But you seemed happy
The taint of those days
leaving you seemingly untouched
Sparkles of hope and innocence intermixed

So when did things change?
Was it that day five years from then?
That day the day when everything changed.

Was it then that the rot set in?
You seemed unaffected, but something had shifted
The sparkles had dimmed, your innocence tarnished
And hope? Hope had faded

So when did things change?
Become this bitter cycle
Where laughter and hope
turned to bitterness and anger.

Was it the night, the night where I broke?
Or was it later, the night they broke you?

Was it the night I learnt how to fear you
carefully hidden beneath my laughing mask?

Or was it last Christmas with the final line crossed?
A bond broken.. A side chosen...
No going back for you or for me?