ANÁLISIS | SIGNIFICADO
Murphy, Murphy, darling dear, my heart aches for you endlessly, day and night. Your pain brought me joy, your sorrow intertwined with my happiness. Yet now, it seems I have lost you to better health and cheer.
Darcy, when I first laid eyes on you, I was but a boy, too young by five years or so I claimed. To whoever would listen, eagerly sharing my love for you. Opening my arms wide, embracing you with all I had to give.
Darcy, Darcy, my dear, as you lay there consumed by whiskey, gin, and pints of beer, I realized my love for you had deepened. Despite your efforts to shut me out, pushing me towards the exit, you always found your way back to me, yearning for more. A stool, a tab, and a dose of kindness I offered, only to have my pain served in a tainted glass.
You left him broken, battered, penniless, and destitute, sparking my wonder of his journey to my door. Armed with a new identity courtesy of my brothers, you underestimated the challenge you faced the day our paths crossed.
Darcy, Darcy, my dearest, you left me drowning amidst the whisky, gin, and beer-induced tears. You were not the first to court me, nor will you be the last. Your past, an open book I've come to know all too well.
Listen here, Mr. Big Shot with your pager always at hand, as most nights were spent behind the closed doors of my bathroom stall. Though you got him high, you left him low. Stick to your own affairs, young man, for how was I to know the depths of his addiction and deceit?
With the past behind us, I stand victorious, having overcome the battles and the pain you once inflicted.
