I'm too far gone, I can't turn back I'm

Not proud of what I've become.

Save me from this monstrous form

And send me back to where I'm from.

The green clothed boy can't hear me, that or he choses to ignore.

He slashes me across the chest with the magical sword of four.

I fall to the ground, useless as I watch him rejoice and cheer.

The hero gets the princess, as I shed a single tear.

All I wanted was a little respect! Is that to much to ask for?

Apparently so, for they left me alone, to die on the cold hard floor