Somewhere in your hidden heart
The words escaped to snitch to me
About the secret tearing you apart
and the bruises I began to see

We met in the wings of the Wellwick ward
near the old patchwork bloater works
When you gave chase just for sport
and we wound up drinking in an old deadlurk

Fast friends so close yet you dared not breathe
The restless feelings you held for me
and I in turn held my tongue still
Keeping us in check to a stronger will

Yet you toyed and I dabbled
we laughed and babbled
until I let your barbwire become a hook
and the bait of desperation was all it took

Steam like mist met the morning fog
and you were the only one close enough to see
We walked the horizon over Boneyard Bog
and considered what we could be

All these steam whistles and clockwork alarms
Yet none of them roused me in time to wake
and when you ran back to the monster's arms
you blamed me for my own heartache