She had the lips that blew a kiss
to the other boys,
How I miss the joys
Of being
Her
Only one.
It should have gone on and on
But I am to blame
My loss.
My name is not spoken
She sees not my face.
I am that 'other man in another place.
A disgrace to her eyes
Too many lies
And nights on the tiles.

While she seems quite well
I languish in hell but the one that I've made
I disobeyed the one golden rule,
'Don't take your girl for a fool'

She saw through me
Now she sees through me.
I no longer exist.
So
It's back on the tiles
I'll get ****** and forget.
I bet the memory of her
Will not let me
Sleep.