I used to think that maybe you were all I'd ever need
I thought of you as only mine; a product of my greed
But you aren't mine, and never were, and that is just a fact
This phantom-fake relationship, was it just an act?

So tell me truly, gorgeous one, when did love leave you?
Tell me when that winged ***** stopped by to bid adieu
His arrow's deep inside my chest, but you don't have a scratch
I've got a seeping puncture wound, without a stable patch