Well I digress
I must protest
The way you are behaving

For it was love
And never lust
That I had been craving

I gave up every word
And Every tear
That ever I'd been saving

The silver blade
The red, broken vein
You called it misbehaving

Well I digress
I must protest
In the way that I've been treated

For It was you
Twas never I
Who said I'd been defeated

So here I stand
Leather bags in hand
And away I am retreating

Of your cold heart I've tired
There's nothing left of you to be admired
And It is I, whom you've been cheating

10/14/2007