She used my dignity as a door mat
Wiping any remaining respect off her boots
Misguided passion ... misses
Falls limp and desolate in a tepid puddle of sombre drizzle
Like an old record in her vast collection, I'd be played for a while,
Then mid-song, needle scraping across the vinyl,
Cast aside without warning and shoved ... not back in the pile
but wherever whimsy landed me
Maybe I'd spin again, maybe not
Self centred, sinister and insensitive
Her way or no way, always the way
She paraded my love like the town fool
Truth, it just got in the way
Reason, what the fuck is that
There should be hate
There's only hurt
Dreams end
Souls die
Mirror gaze reflects a vacant lot
Blind obsession
Where's the cure
So vast the nothingness
So deep the sorrow
So this is life