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, Ash Hall