She came to you from my embrace.
I smell her perfume's acid trace.
Whatever lies she's given you
Somehow I know they're nothing new.
She must have told you I am weak,
That I am growing dumb and thick,
I'm vainly jealous, beat her hard -
I'm just a foul piece of lard.
She told the same to me back then
About the previous dozen men.
I met each one but those who're dead...
Well, she's been messing with my head.
She gave me love, and love she gave
I still unconsciously crave.
One day, she took it all away,
And why she did it I can't say.
She took my heart, my brain and spleen.
I matters not. I wanna scream
With anguish dire for her soul
Devoured by someone long ago...
She'll do the same to you, my friend.
This cycle of reaping has to end.
Let's help her out of life, and may
She never see the light of day...