There he was with the blade in his hand
Scars on his skin replace pain in his head
Worthless and pain is all that he knows
Desperately fiending for a lovely soul
She abandoned him so his death must be quick
Every lie feeling like a crack of a whip
Revenge consumes his mind
Making him wonder possibly why?
She made him believe she was everything
Only to leave him for a step up the ladder
She told him she would save him yet she only made him sadder
Claiming her life now as perfection
All she had to do was desert his affection
So he raised the knife slitting his throat on that cold night
He died believing his revenge would be on sight
Maybe she would finally feel what it's like when you take away a light
But she only shed crocodile tears
Knowing she had escaped her worst fears
No longer can he be the thorn in her side
He was as worthless and disposable as she claimed him to be
And now she had just been released from his prison of mirrors
She is finally free.