Over the first half of this dreadful decade, I've been played by women quicker than I can drain the comparable bottles of liquor.
******, fed, and left to fend off a debilitating mental disease dubbed depression, all alone, once again.
So I wander cracked sidewalks and pockmarked streets, in a vain search for meaning, or even something as simple as companionship.
But to no avail, I trudge back home, head swimming, body lost to the waves, another failed attempt at soothing my emotional hangover.

Naked and broken, half dead on the ground,
Screams pouring out but I can't hear a sound.
You held my heart and then ripped it in two,
I'm shackled and bound, still bleeding for you.

You said you were fine.
The stains on the carpet,
You said you spilled wine.

She lived alone on a plastic hill,
She sold her soul for a bouquet of pills,
I held her close, and felt her fire die.

The room turned red, and began to burn,
You drowned me in the lessons I refused to learn.
Now I trudge back home, feeling dead inside.

A tortured soul on the edge of death,
I broke the surface for a final breath,
And lifeless eyes caught a starless sky.

I heard your voice whisper in my ear,
"Don't drown your love in a sea of fear.
Though my body fades, I'm always by your side."

Lovey Dovey had no say,
Lovey Dovey fade away.
Lovey Dovey turning gray,
Lovey Dovey died today.