(And now STEPHEN WARD is back in his house in Wimpole Mews; his manner is calm, serene almost
He starts gathering what he needs: a bottle of whisky, a glass of water and a couple of handfuls of barbiturates. He also lays out some writing paper and envelopes.)
[WARD]
When you stand
Too close to the flame
It's your own fault
No one else is to blame
There's no sense
In fooling yourself
With lies
Self-gratifying
Self-justifying
Lies
When you fly
To close to the sun
Just be aware
Of the risks that you run
So-called friends
Are waiting to shoot you down
Watch your wings crumbling
As you come tumbling down
I won't let them get me
I know what I have to do now
All because I came
Too close to the flame
He starts gathering what he needs: a bottle of whisky, a glass of water and a couple of handfuls of barbiturates. He also lays out some writing paper and envelopes.)
[WARD]
When you stand
Too close to the flame
It's your own fault
No one else is to blame
There's no sense
In fooling yourself
With lies
Self-gratifying
Self-justifying
Lies
When you fly
To close to the sun
Just be aware
Of the risks that you run
So-called friends
Are waiting to shoot you down
Watch your wings crumbling
As you come tumbling down
I won't let them get me
I know what I have to do now
All because I came
Too close to the flame
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