Someone knocks on your door
And, despite your reasonable fear, you answer
To come face-to-face with a man covered in gore
Uncertain, unwilling, you bow and address the 'sir'
His head moves stiffly, proving he's sore
So you welcome him in, a little unsure
This is how you wish it
He smiles, an action that warms his face
And enters into a room that's dimly lit
He turns and asks if he can stay at this place
For there is no crime he would commit
Lest his good nature be misplaced
This is how it goes
He shoulders past you in a hurry
You timidly bring the door to a close
He turns on you and back you scurry
As he readies his fist for a barrage of blows
The world has never been so blurry
And once upon another time
There was a charming fellow you had met
Together you sang sweetly in rhymes
And felt no trace of earnest regret
Though, old God did hear his hymns
And so condemned you to never forget
This is how it could have been
You and the fellow are holding hands
Whispering secrets of way back when
Then comes along a wedding band
And the prideful lion beckons you to his den
Of course you follow, the offer is much too grand
This is how it goes
The fellow takes a step back
You look him in the eye and despair begins to grow
He stares right back, not afraid to mention what you lack
Then he mumbles apologies as the tears start to flow
He walks away with no intention of healing the crack
This is how it's always going to be
You hate what has become of you
Left to wallow in a pool of sorrow deeper than the sea
You despise what men have put you through
Turning you into a child's toy, absent of glee
But this is your fate, you're bound to it like glue
Therefore, my lovely lady so full of hate
Why not join me for a late-night date
Don't worry, I'm really quite the gentleman
I promise your sad tale won't repeat again
So, please accept this blood-red rose
And let me tell you how it really goes