a Sunday morning
waking up with a pain in my chest
wondering what the hell I did last night
trying to piece together my life
I remember crawling the mirror after you dropped me off
I saw that dead reflection looking back at me
the girl I once knew was no longer there
her eyes had become hungry and wild
her skin peeling away to reveal the gold
twisted thorn branches around her neck and spine
a mess of a human
she had given up her love
for a man dressed in satin trying to hide is dying heart
his smile was ever deceiving and clever and wise
I knew not what I had started or when it would end
I had started down a bad path
Saturday night I was wrapped in his arms
come Sunday morning his love was gone
I had let him see my worth
I had let him touch the most delicate parts of my soul
given them up for a prize not equal to the pain
a game no one can win
a game I surely couldn't ever leave now